There may come a time   When you'll be tired   As tired as a dream that wants to die   And further to fly   Further to fly   Further to fly   Further to fly      Maybe you will find a love   That you discover accidentally   Who falls against you gently   As a pickpocket   Brushes your thigh   Further to fly      Effortless music from the Cameroons   The spinning darkness of her hair   A conversation in a crowded room going nowhere   The open palm of desire   Wants everything   It wants everything   It wants everything      Sometimes I'll be walking down   The street and I'll be thinking   Am I crazy   Or is this some morbid little lie   Further to fly   Further to fly   Further to fly      A recent loss of memory   A shadow in the family   The baby waves bye-bye   I'm trying, I'm flying      There may come a time   When I will lose you   Lose you as I lose my light   Days falling backward into velvet night   The open palm of desire   Wants everything   It wants everything   It wants soil as soft as summer   And the strength to push like spring      A broken laugh a broken fever   Take it up with the great deceiver   Who looks you in the eye   And says baby don't cry   Further to fly      There may come a time   When I will lose you   Lose you as I lose my sight   Days falling backward into velvet night   The open palm of desire   The rose of Jericho   Soil as soft as summer   The strength to let you go