The Spell (Bonus Track)

Album cover art for "The Spell (Bonus Track)" by Jon Anderson

Jon Anderson - Pop

The Spell (Bonus Track)

1 Plays

View ArtistView Album

Lyrics

Shine a torch, over here There's a body I see in the corner It's a child still alive Must be years since this door has been open See, hold her head, her hair is made of gold You see it Close to her spine: small wings You see what we are seeing Could you accept the sign, the truth Lying there, a pure child of god: An angel GOD GIVES HIS CHILDREN LIGHT GOD GIVES HIS CHILDREN LAUGHTER TOO Help me lift her away She could lie in the sun Lay her head on this rainbow So this child of the lord Spread her wings Thus we'll walk From a spell Such a story she could tell This vision heard his hand enjoyed her music While he could sing good Could sing good It seems she lost her way while on a mission in a spell She had been sent to help two people Her souls were held On her way she had encountered the silver spike of hating Forward raping and struck her and maimed her Falling to a dream to be made [INSTRUMENTAL] Once this stuff lives in reality Once this stuff living in fantasy Once this stuff caught in a memory Once this stuff lost in every Once this stuff need and not much Once this stuff's with another's touch One believes she the bridges to be One believes she's a ghost that's free One regret her whole life is the past One regret she no longer knows to fly --------------------------------------- [RAIN STARTS] Outside, the street, the raining drizzle Inside, the warmth of a french café I sat alone and watched, as I saw the dark of the room In the corner, in the corner Two old ladies sitting They sat there, so quietly Eyes heavy, with experience There was something so sad With the look in their eyes They whispered, for moments, a life full of memories I wondered in sorrow the child from them Lost in a kind of wonderment It seems that they did have beauty once Their hair was as black as their big coats they wore As I gazed I knew they couldn't see me Watching them made me think of them Me think of them I ordered wine when the door of the café opened In came this man with a solemn look - so large He walks straight to the table where the ladies They sat not looking cool yeah Petrified they smiled, as he bowed, quickly hung his coat He then sat down, held his hands over their hands He spoke briefly then, he ordered lunch And then he saw his foe -------------------------------- So let me say, let's remember the total story He was 48, your Father was the French ambassador In Istanbul, it was fun, to be freed of the horrors of war At a Party, the city turned out in glorious style Champaign and music with the order of the story night You danced so much that night, you're both 19 you are While dancing the young man said: let's go play hide and seek You're searching through the end, the sea You hear footsteps to the cellar door On the doorway floor You find your father bound and tied by the secret police They charge in venice by a starlet from the secret tricks To smuggle heroine and send the children to Paris A double deal this sprains and let the foe to rot in jail His money bank account that just have found his trait, his trail So he had been tied to shock the truth out of him To shock him with wires of electricity The last shock that killed him The twins screamed for mercy A love for their father As his life washed away From that moment onward Through the tears and the pain Each year they have a visitor Like a voice in the rain Come closer, the man was saying You have to remember There's things you can't forget I'll never tell them You know they'll put you in prison The secret is safe in my hands Safe in my hands Safe in my hands And as I sat in the café I wondered how they have been blackmailed for nearly Thirteen years How can a man be so cruel Leading them astray To blind ladies of innocence...

Rate this song

Rate this song

0/5.0 - 0 Ratings

5
0.0% (0)
4
0.0% (0)
3
0.0% (0)
2
0.0% (0)
1
0.0% (0)

Loading comments...

Credits

Writers
  • Jon Anderson
  • Neil Kernon
  • Tony Visconti