Artist: The Innocence Mission Album: See You Tomorrow ----------------------------- The Brothers Williams Said -------------------------- The brothers Williams said you don't ever talk. I know you best, and I see you shine a million stars out in the very dark, brilliant tourmaline, gold and copper light. Don't pay attention to them, okay? Tomorrow, today. Today, tomorrow. See you tomorrow, See you tomorrow. The kindness of your face does not go unrecognized, has not refused to shine in this most difficult time. The leaves of forestry, the currents of a sea. How to love the mystery, and have no tears that there can be no better understanding? Maybe tomorrow. See you tomorrow. I'll see you tomorrow. The brothers Williams maybe were not listening when from across the street you waved to them, See you tomorrow. Maybe tomorrow. I'll see you tomorrow. I'll see you tomorrow, see you tomorrow. On Your Side ------------ In this house we are mapping songs on the evening walls. We put many trees. We keep many leaves on the sidewalks. Some days we are not sure where we're going, how we will arrive. Some days we don't know where we have gone. But I'm always on your side. I'm always on your side, your side. In my dream I would be in Paris with my mom. In cafes she would sip coffee, she would be smiling on. She'd say, I never have let you out of my sight, I have not gone. She'd say, The light is bright around you now, and I'm always on your side. I'm always on your side, your side. Going on for a very long time. Going on for a very long time. Going on, going on, going on, on your side. Some days we don't know where we have gone, but I'm always on your side, I'm always on your side, on your side. Movie ----- Restart the movie now. Slow the traffic, and steady all the days. Let’s take down the guitars from the walls, walk casually, and play into an early frame. Notice the air is wondrous, with all the weather, the possible light, and the streets to reach. And you are here, and we have only arrived. California windmills, let the arms move the other way, turn around the days. If we could be returned, in the heart, remade in the heart, and returned in the day, notice the air is wondrous, with all the weather, the possible light, and the streets to reach- and you are here, and we have just only arrived. we don't know how to say why ---------------------------- Snow, field and sky undivided, and your coat a yellow sun. And you want to reach out, to speak now, to be loved as much as anyone. And scenes driving out here can easily make us cry, though we don't know how to say why. And the snow, field and sky undivided, and your coat a yellow sun, and you want to reach out, to speak now, to be loved as much as anyone. And scenes from a distance easily makes us cry, though we don't know how to say why. Don't feel we are different. When these things will make us cry, though we don't know how to say why. St. Francis and the Future -------------------------- Oh make the future small, like the painting we saw of St. Francis, and there was, far away, a background city- we only saw it with magnifiers and light. And I do wish the future was like that. Don't I know it. Oh I will not move on. I'll be here on the lawn in the same coat I have had, although I ask that I could correct every time of mistake and every regret. And there's so much that I haven't yet. Don't I know it. And in the background of St. Francis there were rivers, spires, a long way off, we could not really see them very well. I want to be beside you through all these things. Cannot. I want to keep this future from such closer measure. Cannot very well. At Lake Maureen --------------- How many songs did you hear? How tall were the pines? That shade of green, where have I see it? This day is going. About my friend, my friend, I could not understand, walking around the state park grounds. This day is going. I feel something new about you every day of the world. I'm hearing a sound. I'm kicking a stone on the ground. Make my soul come clean, a sail above lake maureen, sing into storms, sing into storms. This day is going. John As Well ------------ You have seen these things. You have been in this painting. And John, as well, can remember this. And these buildings, these colors. And you could tell. And you're walking out in the rain with your brothers now. And you wish you could ask them all they have felt. And John, as well. And the symphony in the park, and the lawn chairs. And the moving van. And the first day of the school year in the distance. And the wedding banns. And you're walking out in the rain with your brothers now. And you wish you could ask them all that they have felt. And John, as well, John as well. This Boat --------- This boat, I started out here to say, before it rowed ashore, became a plane over the buildings of later day, over the buildings and over my head. Things that we started out here to say went down the street and turned into a day we couldn't see, we could not explain. We couldn't see it, we could not explain. What went wrong has never been your fault. The sun, the sun, we're waiting on the sun, start over. Things that we started out here to say went down the street and turned into a day we couldn't see, we could not explain. We couldn't see it, we could not explain. Mary Margaret in Mid- Air ------------------------- Mary Margaret in mid-air has five reasons to be there. Wants her friends to know she cares. Writes I love you, pass it on. I love you, pass it on. My mother in her teens had a joy for all to see, brought a boy up to believe, sings I love you, pass it on. I love you, pass it on. My friend Martin's leaving home for a place where he's unknown, calls me on the telephone, says Will she love me when I'm gone, will she love me when I'm gone? Will you love me when I'm gone? Stars That Fall away from Us ---------------------------- Later on, stars that fall away from us, in the car, may be found on the ground, with many words that have been blowing around the dark here- I almost can see them all. Far away, looking out for a way back. Loneliness is a star that we all see. Mostly we do not shout it out, it's secret. Almost never at all. And a million, million, a million of them all around, a million, million things unsaid, unsaid. Later on, stars that fall away from us, In the car, may be found on the ground with many words that have been blowing around around the dark here- I almost can see them all. I Would Be There ---------------- Let the streets connect, let red lights give way. See, if you would call me I would leave right away. And if all the trains arrived, I would be there first. The clouds that race me might be trailing in colors over the lawns and out of this song, and so high over the world, then, so high over the street they're gone from my eyes. Now that everything's different, I wave to you, do you think you will recognize? And now, I won't be turned around by the long detour, fear, or the fear of fear, or the revolving door. And if all the trains arrived I would be there first. The clouds that race me might be trailing in colors over the lawns and out of this song, and so high over the world, then, so high over the street they're gone from my eyes. Now that everything's different, I wave to you, do you think you will recognize?