Space

Composed by：Justin Sullivan/Peter Nice/Robert Heaton

We walk the thinnest of the ice

So easy to hurt

We drove through the dark in the pouring rain

Barely said a word

Now dress your wounds best you can

Close your tired eyes

Try to climb away from here

Towards the empty skies

And I'll meet you there high above it all

In the kiss of air the lover's breath

Visions rise from each little death

As moses stands and turns his gaze

Away from the feuding tribes

Walks towards the mountains

And through the rocks he climbs

God he ordered moses

Bring the people to my will

Leave me be cries moses

Keeps on walking up the hill

And I'll meet you there high above it all

In the kiss of air the lover's breath

Visions rise from each little death

And should the Devil come

And should he say

All of this will I give to you

Just bow down and worship me

I'm on my knees

White twisted clouds and the endless shades of blue in the ocean

Make the hum of the spacecraft systems the radio chatter

Even your own breathing disappear

There is no wind or cold or smell to tell you

You are connected to Earth

You have an almost dispassionate platform

Remote Olympian and yet so moving

That you can hardly believe how emotionally attached you are

To those rough patterns shifting steadily below

And I'll meet you there high above it all

Yeah I'll meet you there high above it all

In the kiss of air the lover's breath

Visions from each little death

The kiss of air the lover's breath

All of this will I give to you

I'm on my knees