John Cale Face To The Sky
She is standing, listening to the wind
Darkness lifting her face to the sky
Her homecoming laughter
Swirling around her
Dizzy as a top on a chessboard
Dizzy as a top on a chessboard
Her memories of wild men standing still
In the desesrt building a fire
Holding back the fears
And whistling a tune
Dizzy as a top on a chessboard
She's run out of kindness
She's run out today
She's run out everything
She had to say
Wind in the darkness lifted her face
And the sky was bursting again
Her homecoming laughter
Swirling around her
Dizzy as a top on a chessboard
Dizzy as a top on a chessboard
You're whistling a tune
That she's never heard
Holding back the fear in the wind
And somebody's hearing all her thoughts
And lifting her face to the sky
Lifting her face to the sky
Lifting, lifting, lifting her face to the sky
