David LaMotte - Spirit lyrics

The clouds hanging low on the mountains at dawn Like an old t-shirt thrown on a chair My dreams shimmer there on the edge of the day And I long to remain unaware But the light and the clock and the weight and the noise Slide back into place in my chest I cannot lie still in the swirling of time And words will allow me no rest You stand just past the edge of the light I can see You speak and I struggle to hear it I long to explain but I can't find the words It's right there on the tip of my spirit I swim through the street, I lean through the haze I push through the current and tide Straining to hear the soft voice in the wind A memory, an omen or sign I bow to the night at the end of the land And the undertow pulls on my feet in the sand You stand just past the edge of the light I can see You speak and I struggle to hear it I long to explain but I can't find the words It's right there on the tip of my spirit I wrestle and roll with these angels We're gasping for breath through our tears I struggle and spin Awake again And I find I'm the only one here You stand just past the edge of the light I can see You speak and I struggle to hear it I long to explain but I can't find the words It's right there on the tip of my spirit