Lyrics Lady of the Midnight Sun - Moulettes, Herbie Flowers

Lady of the Midnight Sun

In the land of the midnight sun
To call it by name
Its whatever you say:
Call it whatever.
Call it by name
Its whatever you say:
Call it whatever.
Call it by name
A channel to a changing world.
A slight distortion
A picture of things to come
Brought back into proportion
Evident in all you see.
Comfort and consolation
Happy accident and symmetry
In land and sea and consolation.
Its whatever you say:
Call it whatever.
Call it by name
Its whatever you say:
Call it whatever.
Call it by name
Like a moth toward a flame
Compelled into the tunnel
Alive with the ebb and pull following to listen
Like nobody heard before the sound was all around me
Like a cathedral of salt and iron ore
Like discovery…
Its whatever you say: (It is so)
Call it whatever.
Call it by name
Named as it was before by others before me
Finding something hidden, hiding…
nebula underground
Phosphorescence in the darkness
Turning a curve and leaning a purpose
Its whatever you say (It is so)
Call it whatever.
Call it by name
Its whatever you say (nobody heard before) (it is)
Call it whatever.
Call it by name
Its whatever you say
Call it whatever.
The sound was all around me
Like a cathedral of salt and iron or
Call it by name.