It`s four past the shaking hands
and the house is shouting
and the wide ocean`s smile
is two mountains away
If the burning laughter refracts out the window
and too many threads are pulled
and leaves a mark on your night-face
as red as Shanghai in Autumn Moon
If the frozen-flat birds can thaw
to soar north against the wind
and stare across this great wide
land with faith and feather
You`ll know I`ll be there - my love
If I`m drowning serenely
and the browning and the torn
picture of your unshakeable smile
breathes life into my eyes
I`ll always be seeing you - my love
When the brush is out of paint
and we stroke the gaps full
of silence and restraint
and the canvas starts to peel
that`s when, thats when, I`ll take your hand