Prophecies Lyrics

Song	Prophecies
Artist	David Knopfler
Album	Behind The Lines
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	Release may come quite slowly
	The shedding of a skin
	She’s clinging to the mascarade
	(And that which lies within)
	The s-stuttering of puppets
	The fluttering of wings
	The final curtain closes
	With the cutting of her strings
	She needs a place to hide
	She fears the Mannequin
	Her bright and shiny mirror
	Reflecting the strangest things
	She sings “Come down to the lakeside
	There were omens in the leaves
	Come on down to the lakeside
	To those dark and swooping trees"
	Are these flaws inside the shiny glass
	Teardrops formed from a misty past?
	Nothing really dies down here
	And nothing ever lasts
	No, it never lasts
	She dreams about the Prince to come
	And the prophecies of Kings
	There’s a scratching at the railings
	Screeching laughter rings
	Nothing she can do but hide
	The emptiness she feels inside
	Waiting like the water
	For the gift she knows he brings
	Prophecies of violence
	The touch of past mistakes
	Teardrops fall to Order
	The surface gently breaks
	Come down to the boathouse
	Where the water gently aches
	One kiss in this silence . . .
	This Princess never wakes
	The beckoning lake - the threatening lake
	Is all to come - is not too late
	These prophecies move history
	But darkly through the glass
	Come with us to the other side
	Where all the doors are open wide
	The boatman waits for your reply
	And all is yet to pass
	Staring into the swirling glass
	Doors open from a misty past
	Nothing really dies down here
	And nothing ever lasts
	No, it never lasts.
	Come down to the water
	Madonna’s fateful daughter
	Come down to the water
	Where the hyacinths form wreaths
	Come down to the lilies
	There were omens in the tea leaves
	Come on down to the lakeside
	To those dark and swooping trees
	In whirling conversations
	She feels a cold sensation
	Reflecting in the mirror
	Sees the Mannequin
	Come with me to the water
	The dark and swirling water
	Come on down to the lakeside
	It’s for you
	It’s for you these bells that ring.

	Release may come quite slowly
	The shedding of a skin
	She' s clinging to the mascarade
	And that which lies within
	The sstuttering of puppets
	The fluttering of wings
	The final curtain closes
	With the cutting of her strings
	She needs a place to hide
	She fears the Mannequin
	Her bright and shiny mirror
	Reflecting the strangest things
	She sings " Come down to the lakeside
	There were omens in the leaves
	Come on down to the lakeside
	To those dark and swooping trees"
	Are these flaws inside the shiny glass
	Teardrops formed from a misty past?
	Nothing really dies down here
	And nothing ever lasts
	No, it never lasts
	She dreams about the Prince to come
	And the prophecies of Kings
	There' s a scratching at the railings
	Screeching laughter rings
	Nothing she can do but hide
	The emptiness she feels inside
	Waiting like the water
	For the gift she knows he brings
	Prophecies of violence
	The touch of past mistakes
	Teardrops fall to Order
	The surface gently breaks
	Come down to the boathouse
	Where the water gently aches
	One kiss in this silence . . .
	This Princess never wakes
	The beckoning lake the threatening lake
	Is all to come is not too late
	These prophecies move history
	But darkly through the glass
	Come with us to the other side
	Where all the doors are open wide
	The boatman waits for your reply
	And all is yet to pass
	Staring into the swirling glass
	Doors open from a misty past
	Nothing really dies down here
	And nothing ever lasts
	No, it never lasts.
	Come down to the water
	Madonna' s fateful daughter
	Come down to the water
	Where the hyacinths form wreaths
	Come down to the lilies
	There were omens in the tea leaves
	Come on down to the lakeside
	To those dark and swooping trees
	In whirling conversations
	She feels a cold sensation
	Reflecting in the mirror
	Sees the Mannequin
	Come with me to the water
	The dark and swirling water
	Come on down to the lakeside
	It' s for you
	It' s for you these bells that ring.

	Release may come quite slowly
	The shedding of a skin
	She' s clinging to the mascarade
	And that which lies within
	The sstuttering of puppets
	The fluttering of wings
	The final curtain closes
	With the cutting of her strings
	She needs a place to hide
	She fears the Mannequin
	Her bright and shiny mirror
	Reflecting the strangest things
	She sings " Come down to the lakeside
	There were omens in the leaves
	Come on down to the lakeside
	To those dark and swooping trees"
	Are these flaws inside the shiny glass
	Teardrops formed from a misty past?
	Nothing really dies down here
	And nothing ever lasts
	No, it never lasts
	She dreams about the Prince to come
	And the prophecies of Kings
	There' s a scratching at the railings
	Screeching laughter rings
	Nothing she can do but hide
	The emptiness she feels inside
	Waiting like the water
	For the gift she knows he brings
	Prophecies of violence
	The touch of past mistakes
	Teardrops fall to Order
	The surface gently breaks
	Come down to the boathouse
	Where the water gently aches
	One kiss in this silence . . .
	This Princess never wakes
	The beckoning lake the threatening lake
	Is all to come is not too late
	These prophecies move history
	But darkly through the glass
	Come with us to the other side
	Where all the doors are open wide
	The boatman waits for your reply
	And all is yet to pass
	Staring into the swirling glass
	Doors open from a misty past
	Nothing really dies down here
	And nothing ever lasts
	No, it never lasts.
	Come down to the water
	Madonna' s fateful daughter
	Come down to the water
	Where the hyacinths form wreaths
	Come down to the lilies
	There were omens in the tea leaves
	Come on down to the lakeside
	To those dark and swooping trees
	In whirling conversations
	She feels a cold sensation
	Reflecting in the mirror
	Sees the Mannequin
	Come with me to the water
	The dark and swirling water
	Come on down to the lakeside
	It' s for you
	It' s for you these bells that ring.

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