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歌词:New Model Army. Space.

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