Prism Songtext
von Merlyn Driver

Riding to waterfall, time to dismount
Watch your step, stepping out into cold air
Lifting weight from the wing, and with fury
Gratitude starts to stir, stir in me

And the rising sun, and the warmth on your skin
And the tightening coil of all the pain within
And a river falling, still a prism holds its ground
Riding to waterfall, time to dismount

We probably have it coming
The way the north wind blows in
And lays waste to the garden
But who knows, who knows

Curtain of water suspends in the mist
Arrowheads fluttering, coming to rest
Here is the hiding place of the black swift
Safety in numbers and far remoteness


We probably have it coming
The way the north wind blows in
And lays waste to the garden
But who knows, who knows

We probably have it coming
The way the north wind blows in
And lays waste to the garden
But who knows, who knows

When you′re here in my arms

Riding to waterfall, time to dismount
Watch your step, stepping out into cold air
Lifting weight from the wing, and with fury
Gratitude starts to stir, stir in me

And the rising sun, and the warmth on your skin
And the tightening coil, of all pain within
And a river falling, still a prism holds its ground
Riding to waterfall, time to dismount

The rising sun, and the warmth on your skin
And the tightening coil, of all pain within
And a river falling, still a prism holds its ground
Riding to waterfall, time to dismount