Pregnant sky hanging low
and it feels like it's spitting,
And I laugh at the thought
that it seems somehow fitting . . .
Faceless shapes in the mist
rolling silently past me;
Shadow palms loom beside
an invisible sea.
Each cold kiss of the rain
harkens images to me,
Through the mists of our past
like some haunting refrain;
When the taste of my lips
on your kisses would linger;
Trembling sighs rose and fell
an invisible sea.
I'm haunted by echoes of thundering hearts
where primitive drums beat through slippery skin
Our tale is rewritten; our song goes unsung
there remains but the sound and the chill of the sea.
They say time always heals,
and I want to believe it;
I'm told faith is a gift,
well, I'm here to receive it.
As the day slips away,
and the night falls around me,
Through the mist I can hear
the invisible sea.
As the day slips away,
and the shadows surround me,
Through the mist I can hear
the invisible sea
I remain just to hear
the invisible sea . . .
Lead Vocal:
Andrea Louise
Keyboard:
Anna Ferraro
Saxophone:
Richard Hardy
Organ:
Mary Harris
Acoustic Bass:
Mick Mahan
Drums:
Burleigh Drummond
Harmonies:
Tracy Berna
Joseph of Windows to Sky
