Away - Sleeping Gods

Away

It takes him far away to a distant place

Away

A night on the tiles in the land of Nod

Take leave of your sences but gather up the threads

Are you in a fog or in the cold light of day

Feeling as right as rain

Our hearts bleed for him

Cheek by jowl with you

No one call a spade

It runs it’s course with him

Do not run out of steam

You take our breath away

Take our breath away

The tail wags the dog

Do not swim against the tide

Gather up the treads

The sky’s is not the limit