The Whole of the Moon
(Mike Scott
I pictured a rainbo
You held it in your hand
I had flashe
You saw the pla
I wandered out in the world for year
While you just stayed in your roo
I saw the crescen
You saw the whole of the moo
The whole of the moo
You were there in the turnstile
With the wind at your heel
You stretched for the star
And you know how it feel
To reach too hig
Too fa
Too soo
You saw the whole of the moo
I was grounde
While you filled the skie
I was dumbfounded by trut
You cut through lie
I saw the rain dirty valle
You saw "Brigadoon"
I saw the crescen
You saw the whole of the moo
I spoke about wing
You just fle
I wondered, I guessed and I trie
You just kne
I sighe
But you swoone
I saw the crescen
You saw the whole of the moo
The whole of the moo
The whole of the moo
The torch in your pocket
And the wind on your heel
You climbed on a ladde
And you know how it feel
To reach too hig
Too fa
Too soo
You saw the whole of the moo
The whole of the moo
Popcorn and cannonball
All the season's fear
Trumpets, towers, and tenament
Wide oceans full of tear
Flags, rags, ferryboat
Senators and scar
Every precious dream and visio
Underneath the star
You climbed on a ladde
With the wind in your sail
You came like a come
Blazing your trai
Too hig
Too fa
Too soo
You saw the whole of the moon
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