Mallory (Acoustic Version) David Gray

Ah, to be lost, however briefly
Lost in a place, such as this
What’s to be free
Of the shackles of the known roads
Yeah to be free, of all that is
A cleave to the wind
And I saw it far beneath me
A whale of a lie
Something blew among the trees
The face of the wake, stole my breath as it engulfed me
The print of my eye, on all it sees

Deaf to reason calling out to me
Deaf to reason crying out
Deaf to reason calling out to me

She spoke in my head
Was full of murmurs like a green field
The last that we saw
He disappeared into clouds
Should that moment arise
Well I’ll be running, I’ll be spring heeled
The taste of your words, inside my mouth
The taste of your words, inside my mouth
The taste of your words, inside my mouth