Impossible

There's a place that we can go At the end of a long slow day Streetlamps fuse the rising night I feel so far away When you came back late, from the garden I couldn't turn my eyes And I was dead Outside in the crowded pines Ships are sailing though the wood Impossible Leaving in the space between The Hovis homes, the railway heath Impossible I can see my freedom but I need a little time Your hair wet and your arms full You were dead, you were alive Looking in the heart of light Looking into the silence From those nights so frigid They seemed hardly real Through the last light on the plain Roland to the dark tower came Weialala leia Weialala leia Impossible Impossible Impossible Year: 2005 --- Impossible - The Clientele