You walk the thinnest of the ice, so easy to hurt We drove through the dark in the pouring rain and barely said a word So dress your wounds as best you can and close your tired eyes Try to climb away from here towards the empty skies And I'll meet you there, high above it all In the kiss of air, the lover's breath Visions rise from each little death
As Moses stands and turns his gaze away from the feuding tribes Walks towards the mountains and through the rocks he climbs God, he orders Moses - 'Bring the people to my will' 'Leave me be' cries Moses, keeps on walking up the hill And I'll meet you there, high above it all In the kiss of air, the lover's breath Visions rise from each little death And should the Devil come and should he say - 'All of this will I give to you, if you just bow down and worship me' I'm on my knees.
"The white twisted clouds and the endless shades of blue in the ocean make the hum of the spacecraft systems, the radio chatter, even your own breathing disappear. There is no cold or wind or smell to tell you that you are connected to Earth.
You have an almost dispassionate platform - remote,
Olympian and yet so moving that you can hardly believe how emotionally attached you are to those rough patterns shifting steadily below."