| Lyrics: | Beside the pool of clear water,
fed by a secret spring, your lips are sealed,
but in your
body language
angels sing.
I swear on the Bible,
swear on the sacred and
profane
I think I'm drowning in the vortex
your eyes contain.
Your secret
face,
show me your secret face.
With stars and moon light for shelter,
your
breathing close in my ear,
the wind is whispering a mystery
for me to hear:
your
secret name.
Tell me your secret name,
oasis in a desert world,
tell me your
secret name.
Let me drink from the well of secrets,
pluck the fruit from the
tree
and feel your secret world envelop me.
Your secret face,
show me your
secret face.
Show me your secret face,
naked as the sun,
silent as the
stars,
secret oasis in a desert world.
(PH - Pads, Vox;
David Lord -
Keyboards, Bass, Percussion;
Stuart Gordon - Violin;
David Jackson - Soprano Sax, Flute |
