Wait for Sleep (Live in NYC - 1993)
๐ต 796 characters
โฑ๏ธ 2:49 duration
๐ ID: 4106928
๐ Lyrics
Standing by the window
Eyes upon the moon
Hoping that the memory
Will leave her spirit soon
She shuts the doors and lights and lays her body on the bed
Where images and words are running deep
She has too much pride to pull the sheets above her head
So quietly she lays and waits for sleep
She stares at the ceiling and tries not to think
And pictures the chains she's been trying to link again
But the feeling is gone
And water can't cover her memory
And ashes can't answer her pain
"God, give me the power to take breath from a breeze
And call life from a cold metal frame"
In with the ashes
Or up with the smoke from the fire
With wings up in heaven
Or here, lying in bed
Palm of her hand to my head
Now and forever curled
In my heart and the heart of the world
Mr. Kevin Moore on the keys
Eyes upon the moon
Hoping that the memory
Will leave her spirit soon
She shuts the doors and lights and lays her body on the bed
Where images and words are running deep
She has too much pride to pull the sheets above her head
So quietly she lays and waits for sleep
She stares at the ceiling and tries not to think
And pictures the chains she's been trying to link again
But the feeling is gone
And water can't cover her memory
And ashes can't answer her pain
"God, give me the power to take breath from a breeze
And call life from a cold metal frame"
In with the ashes
Or up with the smoke from the fire
With wings up in heaven
Or here, lying in bed
Palm of her hand to my head
Now and forever curled
In my heart and the heart of the world
Mr. Kevin Moore on the keys
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:16.94] Standing by the window
[00:20.66] Eyes upon the moon
[00:25.13] Hoping that the memory
[00:28.82] Will leave her spirit soon
[00:32.44] She shuts the doors and lights and lays her body on the bed
[00:37.01] Where images and words are running deep
[00:41.57] She has too much pride to pull the sheets above her head
[00:45.92] So quietly she lays and waits for sleep
[00:50.71]
[00:57.23] She stares at the ceiling and tries not to think
[01:03.10]
[01:06.74] And pictures the chains she's been trying to link again
[01:12.48] But the feeling is gone
[01:15.06] And water can't cover her memory
[01:19.79] And ashes can't answer her pain
[01:24.44] "God, give me the power to take breath from a breeze
[01:28.39] And call life from a cold metal frame"
[01:33.09]
[01:36.98] In with the ashes
[01:40.98] Or up with the smoke from the fire
[01:46.18] With wings up in heaven
[01:49.50] Or here, lying in bed
[01:54.24] Palm of her hand to my head
[01:58.97] Now and forever curled
[02:03.37] In my heart and the heart of the world
[02:18.48]
[02:42.07] Mr. Kevin Moore on the keys
[02:44.29]
[00:20.66] Eyes upon the moon
[00:25.13] Hoping that the memory
[00:28.82] Will leave her spirit soon
[00:32.44] She shuts the doors and lights and lays her body on the bed
[00:37.01] Where images and words are running deep
[00:41.57] She has too much pride to pull the sheets above her head
[00:45.92] So quietly she lays and waits for sleep
[00:50.71]
[00:57.23] She stares at the ceiling and tries not to think
[01:03.10]
[01:06.74] And pictures the chains she's been trying to link again
[01:12.48] But the feeling is gone
[01:15.06] And water can't cover her memory
[01:19.79] And ashes can't answer her pain
[01:24.44] "God, give me the power to take breath from a breeze
[01:28.39] And call life from a cold metal frame"
[01:33.09]
[01:36.98] In with the ashes
[01:40.98] Or up with the smoke from the fire
[01:46.18] With wings up in heaven
[01:49.50] Or here, lying in bed
[01:54.24] Palm of her hand to my head
[01:58.97] Now and forever curled
[02:03.37] In my heart and the heart of the world
[02:18.48]
[02:42.07] Mr. Kevin Moore on the keys
[02:44.29]