Flesh David Gray

As the bell must strike the hour
As the west must stab the sun
So our hearts
Must heed the flow
Of deeper tides that run
Far beyond this bare indifference
That prosperity esteems
Where the spirit
Raves and dances
Through our very veins

At winter's edge you found me
By the fields of wild gold
My hands still filled with ashes
From fires long cold
You pulled me
From the wreckage
Of bitterness and blame
Flung open the page
And put some flesh on
The bones of my dreams

On the streets
The blossom snowing
And the drum is beating slow
To hear you speak so clear
Well I'm slicing through the fear
Setting all the beacons blazing
Baby oh!
It's staring out plainer than ever
Brighter than all the fool's
Gold that gleams
It's simply now or never
Putting flesh on the bones
Of these dreams