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Heather Nova Album


The First Recording (1990)
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In your heart there are oceans
In your heart there are flowering trees
Look inside and live inside these walls
Your body yearns

In your dreams, you've seen castles
In your dreams you've been kings and queens
You've ridden white horses past these walls
Your body yearns

I'm not one to say I know what you go through
I only wanna open wide the window and let sunlight through
For you

In your face, I see longing
In your face, I see hopes and fears
You've been locked for too long behind these walls
Your body yearns

I'm not one to say I know what you go through
I only wanna open wide the window and let sunlight through
For you

Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me
What you're feeling
Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me
What you need
Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me
Everything

Take my hand and I'll lead you
Take my word that I'll not deceive you
I only want to carry you on beyond these walls
Your body yearns

I'm not one to say I know what you go through
I only wanna open wide the window and let sunlight through
For you

. . .



There's a barge going by on the river
Yellow against the blue
There's a bus driving up along the bridge
And it's red like the color of new love

And I need new love
And I need true love
And I need to be held
And I need to be told
There's more to come

There's a woman beside a window
Quiet against the street
There's a man beside a magazine stand
Looks like he's waiting to meet some one

And I need new love
And I need true love
And I need to be held
And I need to be told
There's more to come

And everything reminds me of you
And everything reminds me of things we used to do
Even though I miss you, I know we're through
And I need to find something new

And I need new love
And I need true love
And I need to be held
And I need to be told
There's more to come

There's a man playing guitar in the subway
Gentle against the crowd
There's a kid in the upstairs apartment
Plays his recorder, wakes me up from above

And I need new love
And I need true love
And I need to be held
And I need to be told
There's more to come

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Come to wind, carry it from the sun
Come to rain, turns up the corners of my mouth

And I like this wide open view
But I'm not looking further than you

Come to stranger, wants to know my name
Come tomorrow, I still feel the same

And I like this wide open view
But I'm not looking further than you

Oh, on a day like this you can see forever but that's okay

Cause I like this wide open view
But I'm not looking further than you

Come to moon, floating like a fish
Come to first star, who'd have thought it'd come to this

And I like this wide open view
But I'm not looking further than you
Further than you

And I like this wide open view

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The leaves have turned and she has known
And she tells me she can't let him go
And she looks to the moon for answers
And she looks inside and she knows

She dresses by the window
Finds reflection in the pane
She looks towards the winter
And her hair falls around her like rain

She's sighing with September
She would like to run and hide
She's wrapped up in confusion
She unfolds like paper dolls
But she's flying as she falls

The birds have gone and she has known
For she follows the arc of their flight
And the softness has gone from the daylight
And the shadows have grown into night

She's sighing with September
She would like to run and hide
She's wrapped up in confusion
She unfolds like paper dolls
But she's flying as she falls

Soon will come cool October
It will rise all around her like fire
And she gathers her courage like harvest
And she gathers her thoughts and desires

She's sighing with September
She would like to run and hide
She's wrapped up in confusion
She unfolds like paper dolls
But she's flying as she falls

She will not run and hide
She will take it all in stride
And she will
She will

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