You walk the thinnest of the ice, so easy to hurt
 We drove through the dark in the pouring rain and barely said a word
 So dress your wounds as best you can and close your tired eyes
 Try to climb away from here towards the empty skies 
 And I'll meet you there, high above it all
 In the kiss of air, the lover's breath
 Visions rise from each little death 

 As Moses stands and turns his gaze away from the feuding tribes
 Walks towards the mountains and through the rocks he climbs
 God, he orders Moses - 'Bring the people to my will'
 'Leave me be' cries Moses, keeps on walking up the hill 
 And I'll meet you there, high above it all
 In the kiss of air, the lover's breath
 Visions rise from each little death
 And should the [bad word] and should he say - 
 'All of this will I give to you, if you just bow down and worship me'
 I'm on my knees. 

 "The white twisted clouds and the endless shades of blue in the ocean
 make the hum of the spacecraft systems, the radio chatter, even your 
 own breathing disappear. There is no cold or wind or smell to tell you
 that you are connected to Earth. You have an almost dispassionate platform - remote, Olympian and yet so moving that you can hardly believe how
 emotionally attached you are to those rough patterns shifting steadily below."