Dave Schindele
At dawning the fever broke yawning I reawoke
Still struck dumb in sheets sweat-soaked
A bit yet in Elysium

Where I'd been was up in smoke and just one word I'd heard spoken
That word I clutch my touchstone token
To Elysium

Since then the sound of utter peace the flutter of a dove's release
Cannot reach Elysium

The soaring of a heart's desire the roaring of a sunset fire
The dizzy climb of sun-bleached gothic spires
Cannot reach Elysium

Have I been deceived by fever? My damaged mind become believer
In Elysium?

The riches of a harvest feast become the least of crumbs
The brilliant lyric music Spheres a million mystic runic seers
Cannot reach Elysium

Running rows of maiden stalks sunning flowing laden shocks
All gilded and undone cannot reach Elysium

See better whom I'm back among
Guess I'd better learn to hold my tongue
Or they'll believe me seized by delirium

But days and years are left to run cleft and strung in songs to be sung
I'll scale my way back rung by rung
Beseech by voice and speech and tongue
And reach for and reach

Lyrics Credits: Dave Schindele
Music Credits: Dave Schindele
Producer Credits: Dave Schindele
Publisher Credits: Dave Schindele
Performance Credits: Dave Schindele
Label Credits: Dave Schindele
Short Song Description:
A vision of paradise.
Song Length: 4:08
Primary Genre: Folk-Rock
Secondary Genre: -
Tempo: Slow (71 - 90)
Lead Vocal: Male Vocal
Mood 1: Peaceful
Language: English
Era: 2000 and later