(Mike Scott) I pictured a rainbow you held it in your hands I had flashes but
you saw the plan I wandered out in the world for years while you just stayed in
your room I saw the crescent you saw the whole of the moon you were there in
the turnstiles with the wind at your heels you stretched for the starts and you
know how it feels to reach too high too far too soon you saw the whole of the
moon I was grounded while you filled the skies I was dumbfounded by truth you
cut through lies I saw the rain dirty valley you saw Brigadoon I saw the
crescent you saw the whole of the moon I spoke about wings you just flew I
wondered I guessed and I tried you just knew I sighed ...but you swooned! I saw
the crescent you saw the whole of the moon with a torch in your pocket and the
wind at your heels you climbed on the ladder and you know how it feels to get
too high too far too soon you saw the whole of the moon the whole of the moon!
Unicorns and cannonballs palaces and piers trumpets towers and tenements wide
oceans full of tears flags rags ferryboats scimitars and scarves every precious
dream and vision underneath the stars you climbed on the ladder with the wind
in your sails you came like comet blazing your trail too high too far too soon
you saw the whole of the moon