Like snowfall on the water
You took the night with you
By the power of the light And the sound of the changing tide of your nature
And it was evening, I saw my breath I was needing to hear your tenderness I was blinded by the sight The power of the changing tide of your nature
Like a slow boat on the water
I was blinded by the sight And the power of the changing tide The sweet sound of the changing tide of your nature More from Hothouse Flowers