Prague
(Smith)

With the coming of the dawn it seems
A city born out of fire
The narrow streets, cathedral hills,
Burning like my desire

Ancient of Days, you know the way
A whisper, word, or a sigh
Love comes to me so soft and sweet
To get me high or make me want to die

All the time, burning on the wire with Heaven on the way
Take me home today

Invoke my name and I'll be there
Uncovering your clues
Followed them across this map
Searching for the truth

Ancient of Days, you know the way
And I am losing my sight
But that song still pulls me on
From this bridge I'd fly into your darkest night

All the time, burning on the wire with Heaven on the way
Take me home today


© 2002 Andy Smith
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