MONT SAINT MICHEL

Mont Saint Michel - when the sun was rising
Breakfast on the balcony
Seven hours of silent driving
From Angouleme to Normandy

Four days into a brittle winter
Bitter cold inside the heart
I saw the signs on the journey down here
But I don't know where the home road starts
I don't know where the home road starts

It was sweet but it could have been sweeter
Were it not for that cold oracle
Hecate wants whatever this gives her
One morning you and I on Mont Saint Michel

From the abbey walls we could hear them singing
Men or angels who could tell?
Wordless songs and a pattern building
I held your hand and sang as well

The grey sea covets this island's causeway
And shall claim the land it's owed
That joins the isle to its mother country
There will not always be this road
You know there will not always be this road

It was sweet but it could have been sweeter
Were it not for that cold oracle
Hecate wants whatever this gives her
One morning you and I on Mont Saint Michel

I don't know how, I don't know how to get there
I don't know how to get there from here
I don't know how, I don't know how I got here
I don't know how I got here from there

Lately it's true that you've hardly known me
Barely even known myself
Lost inside on a changing landscape
Looking for a cloister path
Mont Saint Michel - when the sun was rising
Breakfast by the hungry sea
Seven hours of silent driving
Longer still from you to me
Than Angouleme to Normandy