Bruce Cockburn - Northern Lights lyrics

Sunday night and it's half past nine Sunday night and it's half past nine Sunday night and it's half past nine I'm leaving one more town behind Mirrors are showing the day's last glow Mirrors are showing the day's last glow Mirrors are showing the day's last glow As we're spit out into the jigsaw flow Ahead where there should be the thickness of night Stars are pinned on a shimmering curtain of light Sky full of rippling cliffs and chasms That shine like signs on the road to heaven... I've been cut by the beauty of jagged mountains And cut by the love that flows like a fountain from God So I carry these scars, precious and rare And tonight I feel like I'm made of air...