Morocco (feat. Ollabelle)

I dreamed that I saw you once down in Morocco Your clothes were so old they were new You spoke to the Bedouins In their own language Of silver and crimson and blue They said that your singing Had altered their vision and yet nothing really had changed The dust from the desert rose up from your eyelids You said you had conquered the chains The white wind around us as we stood there talking Was blowing the stars from the sky I said "make the beauty you made long ago" and the dervishes whirled while you cried You said "hold me against you, the weather is calling, My mind is the color of stone" And I wrapped the green silk around your thin body And knew you would never come home Thewind and the sun and the sky inyour eyes Was driving you mad I could see And in any language I knew they were saying The future is cutting us free We walked in the desert Your hands were like velvet You told me the reason You'd stayed And all of the women Whose hearts had been broken Stood naked and cool in the shade The men in the village were called to their worship Their colors had started to fade The shelter of heaven had lifted forever Their eyes were the color of jade The wind and the sky And the sun in your eyes Was driving you mad I could see And in any language I knew they were saying The future was cutting us free I left to fly back to the place I was sleeping Where all of my dreams had been lost I wrote your name down On the back of a postcard And finally counted the cost Demons and devils The saints and the angels That gathered to show me the view And all of the tears that had come when I met you Were shining and bright as the dew The wind and the moon and the sun in my eyes We're driving me mad I could see and in any language I knew I knew they were saying The future was cutting us free Free Free Free Free