you pour yourself over me, like the sun through the blinds
you lift me up and get me out, keep me walking but never shout
hold the secret close I hear you say
You know the way it throws about, it takes you in and spits you out
when you desire to conquer it, to feel you're higher
to follow it you must be clean
with mistakes that you do mean
move the heart, switch the pace, look for what seems out of place
Yeah on and on it goes calling, like a distant wind
through the zero hour we'll walk
cut the thick and break the thin, no sound to break no moment clear
when all the doubts are crystal clear, crashing hard into the secret wind
You know the way it twists and turns, changing colour, spinning yarns
you know the way it leaves you dry, it cuts you up, it takes you high
you know the way it's painted gold...is it honey, is it gold?
you know the way it throws about , it takes you in and spits you out
You know the way it throws about, it takes you in and spits you out
it spits you out when you desire to conquer it, to feel you're higher
to follow it you must be clean
with mistakes that you do mean
move the heart, switch the pace, look for what seems out of place
And now I find the special kind
you yourself, like sun through blinds
you lift me up, get me out, keep me walking but never shout
It's o.k. it goes this way
the line is thin it twists away cuts you up, it throws about
keep me walking but never shout
- Peter Murphy -
