Élan (Sydney) Songtext / Lyric

Leave the sleep and let the springtime talk

In tongues from time before men

Listen to a daffodil tell her tale

Let the guest in, walk out, be the first to greet the morn



The meadows of heaven await harvest

The cliffs unjumped, cold waters untouched

The elsewhere creatures yet unseen

Finally your number came up, free fall awaits the brave



Come

Taste the wine

Race the blind

They will guide you from the light

Writing noughts 'til the end of time

Come

Surf the clouds

Race the dark

It feeds from the runs undone

Meet me where the cliff greets the sea






The answer to the riddle before your eyes

Is in dead leaves and fleeting skies

Returning swans and sedulous mice

Writings on the gardens book, in the minute of a lover's look



Building a sandcastle close to the shore

A house of cards from a worn out deck

A home from the fellowship, poise and calm

Writing lyric for a song only you can understand



Come

Taste the wine

Race the blind

They will guide you from the light

Writing noughts 'til the end of time

Come

Surf the clouds

Race the dark

It feeds from the runs undone

Meet me where the cliff greets the sea



Riding hard every shooting star

Come to life, open mind, have a laugh at the orthodox

Come, drink deep, let the dam of mind seep

Travel with great élan, dance a jig at the funeral



Come

Taste the wine

Race the blind

They will guide you from the light

Writing noughts 'til the end of time

Come

Surf the clouds

Race the dark

It feeds from the runs undone

Meet me where the cliff greets the sea

Come!