From the recording Phantastes
Lyrics
The sky pulls on a hooded cloak just as I leave home
Through Mirkwood’s nightmare Thousand Oaks I sing aloud alone
No moon and no stars
And in the midst of The Joke the deep darkness swathes the soul
Demon trees make demon sounds until, a faint glimmer, the first glimpse of her town Difficult to make out in the inky Autumn air, but it’s there
Unless my eyes are playing tricks
No it’s there
A mote of light A spright aglow
A mote of light Just enough to give me hope Well if I didn’t know I wouldn’t know, that what I saw were the fairground rides aglow But I, too far to plainly see that incandescent cavalry’s
Slashing sabres whirling blades from the switchback sleighs and the cage
That had not yet quite sliced night’s canopy, But that’s what it was, It was a long walk And I still had some way to go
And all I could really see was:
A mote of light A spright aglow
A mote of light Just enough to give me hope Well at last I’m down into town.
I move through the fair thinking yeah pigs will fly if I see her there
I’m into the fray and frenzy of the electric air
Where the sweet smack of the smell of the hot sugar floss fuses with the trodden on hot dogs dropped from the top of the Ferris Wheel’s drop
When it jolts and stops to load up the chairs So yeah pigs do fly as I suddenly see her in an Elvis mirror
You know the ones you can win for firing rubbery frogs into buckets with rubber mallets
She sees me And the lights shine a soft light, the music stops, and the rest of the scene fades away to night
But in the corner of her eye, deep down in her smile I see a tiny something, something I recognise and it’s just for me and it means everything
A mote of light A spright aglow
A mote of light Just enough to give me hope Just enough to get me home