Red Box - Moving Lyrics
Well there's a small time breezeAnd he goes where he goesTaking the wrong way downTo a mountain who says"I see the seven seasHair and toes of the worldNot in a million yearsBlow you hot, blow you coldWill you get through me."Down in the inner eye of every stormDown in the deepest part of everyoneDown in the inner eye of every stormDown in the deepest part of everyoneBlows over silver seaCould be you, could be meAnd he drinks her inTill his heart is brim fullAnd it's a graceful fallThat he rains over hillsBe it grain by grainThough no two are the sameHe will get to youDown in the inner eye of every stormDown in the deepest part of everyoneDown in the inner eye of every stormDown in the deepest part of everyoneBreak down the wallsAnd shake up the shape you're inBreak down the walls and floatBreak down the wallsAnd shake up the shake in youBreak down the walls and float the whole new yearFar and tall and wide we goOver, under, throughI give you my warning that my aim is trueRain a rain of precious hopeDown in the inner eye of every stormDown in the deepest part of everyoneDown in the inner eye of every stormDown in the deepest part of everyoneWell there's a small time breezeCould be me, could be youAs we move on through
