Lady of the Midnight Sun - Moulettes, Herbie Flowers

In the land of the midnight sun

To call it by name

Its whatever you say:

Call it whatever.

Call it by name

Its whatever you say:

Call it whatever.

Call it by name

A channel to a changing world.

A slight distortion

A picture of things to come

Brought back into proportion

Evident in all you see.

Comfort and consolation

Happy accident and symmetry

In land and sea and consolation.

Its whatever you say:

Call it whatever.

Call it by name

Its whatever you say:

Call it whatever.

Call it by name

Like a moth toward a flame

Compelled into the tunnel

Alive with the ebb and pull following to listen

Like nobody heard before the sound was all around me

Like a cathedral of salt and iron ore

Like discovery…

Its whatever you say: (It is so)

Call it whatever.

Call it by name

Named as it was before by others before me

Finding something hidden, hiding…

nebula underground

Phosphorescence in the darkness

Turning a curve and leaning a purpose

Its whatever you say (It is so)

Call it whatever.

Call it by name

Its whatever you say (nobody heard before) (it is)

Call it whatever.

Call it by name

Its whatever you say

Call it whatever.

The sound was all around me

Like a cathedral of salt and iron or

Call it by name.