Jane Siberry - The Slow Tango

On the sixth day
When the word came
We began our journey
We would not break the promise
Lonely
Hasten to the shoreline
Just in time to see them sail away

All the times when we lay sleepless
And the weather made no sense
Challenge your hands to capture These landscapes, holy days
Landscapes of dunes and red skies

There is only one horizon
Rolling thunder
This wilderness of longing
Tangled up forever
Hold me for a while my love
I can hardly hear you
Heal me, feel my love