Sittin' high on the bluff
Pitchin' bottles at the clouds
The day is burning down
Just another candle going out
Never seeing the cracks in the world
You dance so fast the lines start to blur
I walk under the brittle sky
I touch the sandpaper sun
I rake my hands through the clouds
'Til I find my darling one
We saw the spirits in the water
Heard the moaning of the fields
And the spinning constellations
Were like the turning of a wheel
Never minding the drag of the tide
Never notice the years going by
I walk under the brittle sky
I touch the sandpaper sun
I rake my hands through the clouds
'Til I find my darling one
