The Embers Of Eden
Bruce Cockburn
You knelt on the carpet
Crimson and stained
Light trickled over your black dress like rain
Your lips were hot
My shocked heart screamed
And I can't scrape my eyes free of this dream
We each occupied the same space/time
Matter
Antimatter
Tangled like vines
And the awful tolling
And the cold rain outside
And I cannot scrape this dream off my eyes
The embers of Eden burn
You can even see it from space
The great and winding wall between us
Seem to copy the lines of your face
Instrumental break
The embers of Eden burn
You can even see it from space
The great and winding wall between us
Seem to copy the lines of your face