Here's a movie slowly moving    There is music in the distance    I hear nothing but the past    Like a fist I'm slowly closing    As I dance and fall like rain    It's coming down in black and white    It's coming down as somthing else    Something that nobody claims       Woman with the golden eye   Can see futher then the sky    Woman with the golden eye    Can see futher then the sky       Like a love that never ended    The fundamental mood of why    I hear the grass and trees are-a-singing    And voices in another room    As I dance and rise like heaven    Return into a sunken dream    The center of a hurricane is free of guilt and safe of pain       Woman with the golden eye    Can see futher then the sky    Woman with the golden eye    Can see futher then the sky    The center of a hurricane is free of guilt and safe of pain   The center of a hurricane is free of guilt and safe of pain