Shadows/High Meseta
If I was to fall into shadows
Don't you be afraid
Not anymore
You see
All this don't concern me
And I'm not the same
As I was before
Oh, love
Closer to you
Cut me from the branch
Cut me from the root
The big light's on
Tall shadows surround me
Like warm stones we sleep
Descendants of the mother-tree
Just you and me
On and on, a river-song
Whispering in my bones
Go back to your old ways
I'll make you whole
Dying rivers, singing streams
And dreaming of the rain
Awake inside a leaden dream
You fall again, fall again, fall again
Poplar trees in the breeze
I'm blown out on a high plain
Screaming in the early morn
A renegade freight train
Maybe there's another town
Up around the bend waiting
A cool blue moorish sky
The forest moon already fading
The sun goes down
In a quiet seaside town
Silently saying hello
Staring the horizon down
Oh, love
Closer to you
Cut me from the branch
Cut me from the root
On and on to sandy shores
With the fading moon
Where your dark haired love lies
You make her swoon
Far away the dying day
Lies stretched out across the plain
Paraders of the true cross
Return again
Return again
Return again
Don't you be afraid
Not anymore
You see
All this don't concern me
And I'm not the same
As I was before
Oh, love
Closer to you
Cut me from the branch
Cut me from the root
The big light's on
Tall shadows surround me
Like warm stones we sleep
Descendants of the mother-tree
Just you and me
On and on, a river-song
Whispering in my bones
Go back to your old ways
I'll make you whole
Dying rivers, singing streams
And dreaming of the rain
Awake inside a leaden dream
You fall again, fall again, fall again
Poplar trees in the breeze
I'm blown out on a high plain
Screaming in the early morn
A renegade freight train
Maybe there's another town
Up around the bend waiting
A cool blue moorish sky
The forest moon already fading
The sun goes down
In a quiet seaside town
Silently saying hello
Staring the horizon down
Oh, love
Closer to you
Cut me from the branch
Cut me from the root
On and on to sandy shores
With the fading moon
Where your dark haired love lies
You make her swoon
Far away the dying day
Lies stretched out across the plain
Paraders of the true cross
Return again
Return again
Return again
Credits
Writer(s): Borge Fjordheim, Sivert Hoyem, Cato Thomassen
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