Something's on the Move ⦓bonus track⦔
🎵 1379 characters
⏱️ 4:24 duration
🆔 ID: 13469674
📜 Lyrics
She wore a black tiara
rare gems upon her fingers
and she came from distant waters
where northern lights explode
to celebrate the dawning
of the new wastes of winter
gathering royal momentum
on the icy road.
With chill mists swirling
like petticoats in motion
sighted on horizons
for ten thousand years
the lady of the ice sounds
a deathly distant rumble
to Titanic-breaking children lost
in melting crystal tears.
Oh, sunshine --- take me now away from here
I'm a needle on a spiral in a groove.
And the turntable spins
as the last waltz begins
And the weather-man says
something's on the move.
Capturing black pieces
in a glass-fronted museum
the white queen rolls
on the chessboard of the dawn
squeezing through the valleys
pausing briefly in the corries
the Ice-Mother mates
and a new age is born.
Oh, sunshine --- take me now away from here
I'm a needle on a spiral in a groove.
And the turntable spins
as the last waltz begins
And the weather-man says
something's on the move.
Driving all before her
un-stoppable, un-straining
her cold creaking mass
follows reindeer down.
Thin spreading fingers seek
to embrace the sill-warm bundles
that huddle on the doorsteps
of a white London Town.
Oh, sunshine --- take me now away from here
I'm a needle on a spiral in a groove.
And the turntable spins
as the last waltz begins
And the weather-man says
something's on the move.
rare gems upon her fingers
and she came from distant waters
where northern lights explode
to celebrate the dawning
of the new wastes of winter
gathering royal momentum
on the icy road.
With chill mists swirling
like petticoats in motion
sighted on horizons
for ten thousand years
the lady of the ice sounds
a deathly distant rumble
to Titanic-breaking children lost
in melting crystal tears.
Oh, sunshine --- take me now away from here
I'm a needle on a spiral in a groove.
And the turntable spins
as the last waltz begins
And the weather-man says
something's on the move.
Capturing black pieces
in a glass-fronted museum
the white queen rolls
on the chessboard of the dawn
squeezing through the valleys
pausing briefly in the corries
the Ice-Mother mates
and a new age is born.
Oh, sunshine --- take me now away from here
I'm a needle on a spiral in a groove.
And the turntable spins
as the last waltz begins
And the weather-man says
something's on the move.
Driving all before her
un-stoppable, un-straining
her cold creaking mass
follows reindeer down.
Thin spreading fingers seek
to embrace the sill-warm bundles
that huddle on the doorsteps
of a white London Town.
Oh, sunshine --- take me now away from here
I'm a needle on a spiral in a groove.
And the turntable spins
as the last waltz begins
And the weather-man says
something's on the move.
⏱️ Synced Lyrics
[00:15.67] She wore a black tiara
[00:17.26] rare gems upon her fingers
[00:19.16] and she came from distant waters
[00:21.11] where northern lights explode
[00:22.94] to celebrate the dawning
[00:24.72] of the new wastes of winter
[00:26.77] gathering royal momentum
[00:28.61] on the icy road.
[00:35.35] With chill mists swirling
[00:37.08] like petticoats in motion
[00:39.23] sighted on horizons
[00:41.09] for ten thousand years
[00:43.25] the lady of the ice sounds
[00:45.26] a deathly distant rumble
[00:47.01] to Titanic-breaking children lost
[00:49.28] in melting crystal tears.
[00:55.87] Oh, sunshine --- take me now away from here
[00:59.09] I'm a needle on a spiral in a groove.
[01:02.91] And the turntable spins
[01:05.10] as the last waltz begins
[01:07.12] And the weather-man says
[01:08.59] something's on the move.
[01:17.16] Capturing black pieces
[01:18.72] in a glass-fronted museum
[01:20.63] the white queen rolls
[01:22.45] on the chessboard of the dawn
[01:24.60] squeezing through the valleys
[01:26.21] pausing briefly in the corries
[01:28.14] the Ice-Mother mates
[01:30.10] and a new age is born.
[01:37.44] Oh, sunshine --- take me now away from here
[01:40.32] I'm a needle on a spiral in a groove.
[01:44.07] And the turntable spins
[01:46.51] as the last waltz begins
[01:48.43] And the weather-man says
[01:49.62] something's on the move.
[02:28.73] Driving all before her
[02:30.01] un-stoppable, un-straining
[02:32.04] her cold creaking mass
[02:33.58] follows reindeer down.
[02:35.60] Thin spreading fingers seek
[02:37.68] to embrace the sill-warm bundles
[02:39.78] that huddle on the doorsteps
[02:41.55] of a white London Town.
[02:48.64] Oh, sunshine --- take me now away from here
[02:51.59] I'm a needle on a spiral in a groove.
[02:55.64] And the turntable spins
[02:57.81] as the last waltz begins
[02:59.69] And the weather-man says
[03:01.85] something's on the move.
[03:09.12]
[00:17.26] rare gems upon her fingers
[00:19.16] and she came from distant waters
[00:21.11] where northern lights explode
[00:22.94] to celebrate the dawning
[00:24.72] of the new wastes of winter
[00:26.77] gathering royal momentum
[00:28.61] on the icy road.
[00:35.35] With chill mists swirling
[00:37.08] like petticoats in motion
[00:39.23] sighted on horizons
[00:41.09] for ten thousand years
[00:43.25] the lady of the ice sounds
[00:45.26] a deathly distant rumble
[00:47.01] to Titanic-breaking children lost
[00:49.28] in melting crystal tears.
[00:55.87] Oh, sunshine --- take me now away from here
[00:59.09] I'm a needle on a spiral in a groove.
[01:02.91] And the turntable spins
[01:05.10] as the last waltz begins
[01:07.12] And the weather-man says
[01:08.59] something's on the move.
[01:17.16] Capturing black pieces
[01:18.72] in a glass-fronted museum
[01:20.63] the white queen rolls
[01:22.45] on the chessboard of the dawn
[01:24.60] squeezing through the valleys
[01:26.21] pausing briefly in the corries
[01:28.14] the Ice-Mother mates
[01:30.10] and a new age is born.
[01:37.44] Oh, sunshine --- take me now away from here
[01:40.32] I'm a needle on a spiral in a groove.
[01:44.07] And the turntable spins
[01:46.51] as the last waltz begins
[01:48.43] And the weather-man says
[01:49.62] something's on the move.
[02:28.73] Driving all before her
[02:30.01] un-stoppable, un-straining
[02:32.04] her cold creaking mass
[02:33.58] follows reindeer down.
[02:35.60] Thin spreading fingers seek
[02:37.68] to embrace the sill-warm bundles
[02:39.78] that huddle on the doorsteps
[02:41.55] of a white London Town.
[02:48.64] Oh, sunshine --- take me now away from here
[02:51.59] I'm a needle on a spiral in a groove.
[02:55.64] And the turntable spins
[02:57.81] as the last waltz begins
[02:59.69] And the weather-man says
[03:01.85] something's on the move.
[03:09.12]