Feel So Near

You'll find me sitting at this table
with my friend Finn and my friend John
my friend Murdaney tells us stories
of things long gone, long gone

And we may take a glass together
the whisky makes it all so clear
it fires our dulled imaginations
and I feel so near, so near

Feel so near, to the howling of the winds
feel so near, to the crashing of the waves
feel so near, to the flowers in the field feel
so near

The old man looks out to the island
he says this place is endless thin
there's no real distance here to mention
we might all fall in, all fall in

No distance to the spirits of the living
no distance to the spirits of the dead
and as he turned his eyes were shining
and he proudly said, he proudly said

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And so we build our tower constructions
there to mark our place in time
we justify our great destructions
as on we climb, on we climb

Now the journey doesn't seem to matter
the destination's faded out
we're gathering out along the headland
I hear the children shout, the children shout

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