You sit there biding your time, out of your head and into your mind
Penning thoughts that are dreams in action
A glass raised to an absent muse, a boy stands in his father's shoes
And a drunk man smiles at thistle under a Poet's moon
Penning thoughts that are dreams in action
A glass raised to an absent muse, a boy stands in his father's shoes
And a drunk man smiles at thistle under a Poet's moon
Under a Poet's moon there's a life sign burning
A Poet's moon like a vision shining and
The lovers lie in the long grass, stolen flowers make their beds
Under a Poet's moon there are dreams in action, prayers met
And questions answered as the world birls in the darkness
I'm still staring at the skies, under a Poet's moon
A Poet's moon like a vision shining and
The lovers lie in the long grass, stolen flowers make their beds
Under a Poet's moon there are dreams in action, prayers met
And questions answered as the world birls in the darkness
I'm still staring at the skies, under a Poet's moon
A night black as hoodie's eye, the sparks fly from a tinker's fire
As the stories burn among us under a Poet's moon
A seed falls onto stony ground without a hope and without a sound
From the weeds will grow the flowers under a Poet's moon
As the stories burn among us under a Poet's moon
A seed falls onto stony ground without a hope and without a sound
From the weeds will grow the flowers under a Poet's moon
Under a Poet's moon, there's a salmon settling
In a guddler's hand that is patient waiting
Like a lover's touch, to charm the life, his fingers play the reeds
Under a Poet's moon there's a whistle blowing out in no mans land
Where a flare is falling in a deadly night
The dreamers stand like flowers in a storm
Flowers in the storm, we are flowers in the storm
Under a Poet's moon
In a guddler's hand that is patient waiting
Like a lover's touch, to charm the life, his fingers play the reeds
Under a Poet's moon there's a whistle blowing out in no mans land
Where a flare is falling in a deadly night
The dreamers stand like flowers in a storm
Flowers in the storm, we are flowers in the storm
Under a Poet's moon
You sit there biding your time, out of your head and into your mind
Penning thoughts that are dreams in action
A cross made in a polling booth, another flies in a field of blue
And a drunk man smiles at a thistle under a Poet's moon
Penning thoughts that are dreams in action
A cross made in a polling booth, another flies in a field of blue
And a drunk man smiles at a thistle under a Poet's moon
Under a Poet's moon there are angels crying, dead men born
And devils laughing and the dance goes on regardless till
You're carried from the floor
Under a Poet's moon there are dreams in action
Prayers met and questions answered as the world birls in the darkness
I'm still staring at the skies, staring at the skies
We're staring at the skies, under a Poet's moon
Under a Poet's moon
Under a Poet's moon
Under a Poet's moon
Under a Poet's moon
And devils laughing and the dance goes on regardless till
You're carried from the floor
Under a Poet's moon there are dreams in action
Prayers met and questions answered as the world birls in the darkness
I'm still staring at the skies, staring at the skies
We're staring at the skies, under a Poet's moon
Under a Poet's moon
Under a Poet's moon
Under a Poet's moon
Under a Poet's moon
song info:
Verified yes
LanguageEnglish
GenreRock, Alternative, Ethnic/Folk
Rank−
Duration00:04:26
Charts
Copyright ©Lyrics © Emi Music Publishing
WriterDerek William Dick, Frank usher, Mike simmonds
Lyrics licensed byLyricFind
AddedSeptember 14th, 2012
Last updatedAugust 23rd, 2019
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