She Said….. Impressions stay here within the grain; times of love and hate and pain.  In this old house our lives were like echoing words.  We’re coming home and turning round,  And seeing how it feels to be on this ground, when standing here in rev’rence to all that I feel, she said ‘Oh just don’t listen to your head, you must be strong.’  Our footprints stay within the snow; frozen to the stones, they won’t let go.  The weight of the past was pulling me under the ground, when she said: ‘How many years can fill a head?  Tomorrow is long.’  Don’t say those words, they make me bleed; there’s something here, something that I really need.  Like the echoes that circle the sky, or a vision burnt into my eye something in the air, something in the air won’t mind.  Within the clay there is a man; she moulded me and here I stand.  Where we belong, our roots grow so deep in the soil.  I watch her move, like yesterday, and the old films begin to play.  With fingertips I trace the dust of our years.  Then she said: ‘Oh just don’t listen to your head; you must be strong.’ Don’t say those words, they make me bleed; there’s something here, something that I really need.  Like the echoes that circle the sky, or a vision burnt into my eye something in the air, something in the air won’t die.  Something in the air. Back To Lyrics Page Back To Home Page