Iona - Sky Maps lyrics
Notice how the air it clears In a city like a museum, That hosts the sun and moon As they melt the road, the well worn road It must have been a morning like this When Gallileo looked into infinity From within and without
Notice how the air it clears In a city like a museum, That hosts the sun and moon As they melt the road, the well worn road It must have been a morning like this When Gallileo looked into infinity From within and without