Northern Lights - Jason Webley

Moons pass, but the sun never rises

And something in the air

Says to «eat what’s on your plate.»

And maybe your walking 'cross an endless sheet of white

Beneath an almost endless night

You’ve never been so cold

But you feel something warm

And bright

She’s strange, she is so familiar

You just look at her back

And your hair stands on its ends

And maybe she leads you to a garden and invites

You to release your lips and bite

Through all that you’ve been told

You drink from a cup that is broken

And its lonely in this crowd

Guess you’ll just go home to bed

And maybe your caught beneath a softly shifting sky

And find that somehow just behind

Is every sacred thing you thought you’d sold

She’s strange, she is so familiar

And something in the air

Says to «eat what’s on your plate.»

And maybe you’re feeling a bit harder to excite

You’re thinking maybe it’s not right

You’ve never been so old

And maybe your walking 'cross a river late at night

A friend you can’t remember is standing softly at your side

And you feel the current pulling

But you have no need to fight

Because you see yourself reflected

In the water and her eyes

Look up

Look up tonight

She’s dancing

The Northern Lights