Élan - Live, at Wembley, 2015

Leave the sleep and let the springtime talk
 In tongues from time before men
 Listen to a daffodil tell her tale
 Let the guest in, walk out, be the first to greet the morn
 The meadows of heaven await harvest
 The cliffs unjumped, cold waters untouched
 The elsewhere creatures yet unseen
 Finally your number came up, free fall awaits the brave
 
 
 Come
 Taste the wine
 Race the blind
 They will guide you from the light
 Writing noughts 'til the end of time
 Come
 Surf the clouds
 Race the dark
 It feeds from the runs undone
 Meet me where the cliff greets the sea
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 The answer to the riddle before your eyes
 Is in dead leaves and fleeting skies
 Returning swans and sedulous mice
 Writings on the gardens book, in the minute of a lover's look
 Building a sandcastle close to the shore
 A house of cards from a worn out deck
 A home from the fellowship, poise and calm
 Writing lyric for a song only you can understand
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 Come
 Taste the wine
 Race the blind
 They will guide you from the light
 Writing noughts 'til the end of time
 Come
 Surf the clouds
 Race the dark
 It feeds from the runs undone
 Meet me where the cliff greets the sea
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 Riding hard every shooting star
 Come to life, open mind, have a laugh at the orthodox
 Come, drink deep, let the dam of mind seep
 Travel with great élan, dance a jig at the funeral
 Come
 Taste the wine
 Race the blind
 They will guide you from the light
 Writing noughts 'til the end of time
 Come
 Surf the clouds
 Race the dark
 It feeds from the runs undone
 Meet me where the cliff greets the sea
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 Come!