Текст песни The Arc - David Gray

The arc of sound
It's the prism of the human heart
Unspoiled, they're yearning
My feet are on that circular path

And I'm returning
Yeah, I'm returning, I'm back to the place I've never been
Eyes like two headlights in the fog
The slate wiped clean

Like a beast, it sounds
Through the chasm of the beaten heart
And now I'm burning
Like greenwood upon the fire

In my returning
Heading out upon this coast of a road
Beyond reach of desire
Desire, desire
Desire, desire
Desire

Birth pains of the new moon
I hope this spell don't break too soon
Last bones are the old new
Well, I hope that I don't wake too soon (too soon)

Dreams scrolling back through the years
Laid out like reins on a tree
Feed a feeling for the path
The circle turning me
Returning me back to the place I'll never be

The arc of sound
It's the prism of the human heart
Year-round, it splits
And I see you standing there inside of its dark, bright rainbow

Yeah, you're standing there inside of its dark, bright rainbow
Dark, bright rainbow
Dark, bright rainbow

Feed a feeling for the path
The slate wiped clean
One moment wintery and gray
Next moment bountiful and green

One moment wintery and gray
Next moment bountiful and green
One moment wintery and gray
Next moment bountiful and green

Wintery and gray, bountiful and green
Wintery and gray, bountiful and green
Wintery and gray, bountiful and green
Wintery and gray, bountiful and green
Wintery and gray, bountiful and green
Wintery and gray, bountiful and green