(david olney version - from eye of the storm)
If I was saturday night
And you were sunday morning
For a fleeting moment we could touch at midnight
And in that moment, could you really know me?
But I am looking cross the river
Longing to be near
The water is too wide, I can not reach you
Im as close as I can ever hope to be
And if I was winter dying
And you the virgin spring
Gladly to your warmth I would surrender
To melt the snows and set the rivers free
But I am standing on the mountain
Longing to be near
Heaven is too high, I can not reach you
Im as close as I can ever hope to be
And if you were the water that he turned into wine
And you could satisfy a drunkards thirst
Well, Id surely drink until I could not see
But I am lost in the devils storm
Longing to be near
The wind, it blows too hard, I can not reach you
Im as close as I can ever hope to be
And if I was saturday night
And you were sunday morning
For a fleeting moment we could touch at midnight
And in that moment, could you really know me?
