Odds Are - white light, glistening

Words, forged in the crucible of myth
(Ooh wah, ooh diddy diddy ya)
(Ooh wah, ooh diddy diddy ya)
Myth, structures of images of sleep
(Ooh wah, ooh diddy diddy ya)
(Ooh wah, ooh diddy diddy ya)
Until the white light of the morning
(Ooh do wah do wah)
Until the slow breaking of daytime
(Ooh do wah do wah)
The lines of salt left in the sandbar
(Ooh do wah do wah)
Mark the edge of land and sea
(Ooh do wah do wah)

Sleep, remnant of primitive beginning
(Ooh wah, ooh diddy diddy ya)
(Ooh wah, ooh diddy diddy ya)
Hands, learning to lift and throw a stone
(Ooh wah, ooh diddy diddy ya)
(Ooh wah, ooh diddy diddy ya)
Until the cold light of the morning
(Ooh do wah do wah)
Begins to shake darkness askew
(Ooh do wah do wah)
The lines of salt, eyes start to open
(Ooh do wah do wah)
Mark the edge of land and sea
(Ooh do wah do wah)

Ooh
Aah
Ooh
Aah
Ooh
(Do de do)
Aah
(De do, ba do)
Ooh
(Do de do)
Aah
(De do, ba do)
Ooh
(Do de do)
Aah
(De do, ba do)
Ooh
(Do de do)
Aah
(De do, ba do)
Ooh
(Do de do)
Aah
(De do)

Written by:
Stephen Kerr

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