The heavens hang low here in Venezuela
So proud the mountains shine a thousand miles away.
The breeze blows free through the grasslands of Venezuela
We're living at the edge of the world.
We pray for the day - we long for the night to come
Through the ozone layer the yellow star blazed on.
It's only a mythology
We never know, whatever is, it couldn't be better.
Still only our sadness pulls us apart -
Sorrow holds us together.
We reel in the glare here in Venezuela
Through the shimmering haze we watch the telescopes turn.
We swoon and we stare here in Venezuela
We fall and wither on the shadowless plain.
Never surmount, no, never surpass, no, never surrender
How wearily, how bravely we drive the animals home.
In this paradise the light just burns our faces
Come the day, those rays will shine on through.
The heavens hang low here in Venezuela
So proud the mountains shine a thousand miles away.
The breeze blows free through the grasslands of Venezuela
We're living at the edge of the world.
We pray for the day - we long for the night to come
Through the ozone layer the yellow star blazed on.
Portland singer/songwriter delivers a gorgeous Christmas EP, fashioned in the lush style of classics by Bing Crosby and Johnny Mathis. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 23, 2020
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