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The Whole of the Moon

The Whaterboys

I pictured a rainbow

You held in your hands

I had flashes but you saw the plan

I wondered out in the world for years

While you just stayed in your room

I saw the crescent

You saw the whole of the moon

The whole of the moon

You were there at the turnstiles

With the wind at your heels

You stretched for the stars

And you know how it feels

To reach too high

Too far, too soon

You saw the whole of the moon

I was grounded

While you filled the skies

I was dumbfounded by truths

You cut through lies

I saw the rain-dirty valley

You saw brigadoon

I saw the crescent

You saw the whole of the moon

I spoke about wings

You just flew

I wondered, I guessed and I tried

You just knew

I sighed but you swooned

I saw the crescent

You saw the whole of the moon

The whole of the moon

With a torch in your pocket

And the wind at your heels

You climbed on the ladder

And you know how it feels

To get too high

Too far, too soon

You saw the whole of the moon

The whole of the moon

Unicorns and cannonballs

Palaces and piers

Trumpets, towers and tenements

Wide oceans full of tears

Flag, rags, ferry boats

Scimitars and scarves

Every precious dream and vision

Underneath the stars

Yes, you climbed on the ladder

With the wind in your sails

You came like a comet

Blazing your trail

Too high, too far, too soon

You saw the whole of the moon

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