There may come a time 
When you'll be tired 
As tired as a dream that wants to die 
And further to fly 
Further to fly 
Further to fly 
Further to fly 

Maybe you will find a love 
That you discover accidentally 
Who falls against you gently 
As a pickpocket 
Brushes your thigh 
Further to fly 

Effortless music from the Cameroons 
The spinning darkness of her hair 
A conversation in a crowded room going nowhere 
The open palm of desire 
Wants everything 
It wants everything 
It wants everything 

Sometimes I'll be walking down 
The street and I'll be thinking 
Am I crazy 
Or is this some morbid little lie 
Further to fly 
Further to fly 
Further to fly 

A recent loss of memory 
A shadow in the family 
The baby waves bye-bye 
I'm trying, I'm flying 

There may come a time 
When I will lose you 
Lose you as I lose my light 
Days falling backward into velvet night 
The open palm of desire 
Wants everything 
It wants everything 
It wants soil as soft as summer 
And the strength to push like spring 

A broken laugh a broken fever 
Take it up with the great deceiver 
Who looks you in the eye 
And says baby don't cry 
Further to fly 

There may come a time 
When I will lose you 
Lose you as I lose my sight 
Days falling backward into velvet night 
The open palm of desire 
The Rose of Jericho 
Soil as soft as summer 
The strength to let you go