From the album The Mission Bell

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Lyrics

In this room of mirrors
I spend my time alone
Waiting for the moment to appear.
I count away the hours to the ticking of the clock
And strain my mind to hear what I should hear.

And just above the water flies the bird,
The wind that cuts the silence is unheard.
The seeker is but seeking once again
The whispers of a friend (iei.........)

Behind these tainted windows
Where I live my life apart
I keep my vision hidden from your view,
And the light of inspiration lays a cold hand on this heart
And this coat of many colours has turned blue.

And just above the water flies the bird,
The wind that cuts the silence is unheard.
The seeker is but seeking once again
The whispers of a friend (iei.........)

And just above the water flies the bird,
The wind that cuts the silence is unheard.
The seeker is but seeking once again
The whispers of a friend (iei.........)

Just think of what you say now,
The sky is turning grey now
Into another day now
Be careful of your way now.
The watcher’s watching you now
He’s just beyond your view now
He’s getting close to you now
Knows everything you do now.

The whispers of a friend, a tale that never ends
The whispers of a friend, a tale that never ends............