Sanoja: David Gray. Flesh. Loves Old Song.

It's like this
It's all in here
Just one kiss
Will make that clear
So let the flower open
Let the ship sail
Don't need no meaningless tokens
To hear the nightingale
For everything that's been
For all that's yet to come
Brow full of moonbeams
Singing loves old song

As beauty threads it's needle
In every eye a light will shine
From the graveyard to the cradle
All the bells of wonder chime
No further complications
For the queen or for the pawn
Night of such revelation
The dew is trembling on the thorns
For everything that's been
For all that's yet to come
Brow full of moonbeam
Singing loves old song

Loves old song
Playing in our hearts
Binding it together
Pulling it apart
Loves old song
Playing pure and bold
Time has come to read
What's written in your soul

Out in the fields of bloody slumber
Shadows fleeing from the sun
Without aim and without number
These children of oblivion
For everything that's been
For all that's yet to come
Brow full of moonbeams
Singing loves old song