| You walk the thinnest of the ice, so easy to hurt
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| We drove through the dark in the pouring rain and barely said a word
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| So dress your wounds as best you can and close your tired eyes
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| Try to climb away from here towards the empty skies
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| And I’ll meet you there, high above it all
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| In the kiss of air, the lover’s breath
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| Visions rise from each little death
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| As Moses stands and turns his gaze away from the feuding tribes
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| Walks towards the mountains and through the rocks he climbs
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| God, he orders Moses, «Bring the people to my will»
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| «Leave me be,"cries Moses, keeps on walking up the hill
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| And I’ll meet you there, high above it all
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| In the kiss of air, the lover’s breath
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| Visions rise from each little death
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| And should the Devil come and should he say
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| «All of this will I give to you, if you just bow down and worship me»
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| I’m on my knees
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| «The white twisted clouds and the endless shades of blue in the ocean make the
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| hum of the spacecraft systems, the radio chatter, even your own breathing
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| disappear. |
| There is no cold or wind or smell to tell you that you are connected
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| to Earth. |
| You have an almost dispassionate platform — remote, Olympian and yet
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| so moving that you can hardly believe how emotionally attached you are to those
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| rough patterns shifting steadily below»
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| And I’ll meet you there, high above it all
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| And I’ll meet you there, high above it all
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| In the kiss of air, the lover’s breath
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| Visions rise from each little death
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| In the kiss of air, the lover’s breath
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| All of this will I give to you
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| I’m on my knees |