Highways (Misty Mist) - Version 3, Early Studio Demos

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Highways mine the Mountains of the Moon
Midnight is a sound singing Cupid's tune
Only seeing is believing in the Temple of the Sun
Where silver swords dug a misty morning sun

Jump as sunlight skims the sky
Downstairs radiation burns my eyes
Darkness is a sound of the morning sun
And the misty mist despoils the morning fun

Farewell lost love, Black-gloved Woman known
To the Prince of Lies, as a metal stone
The friend sees us smile, he smiles to the two
In the misty mist encircles both me and you