[Lyric] The Model Gospel (Alto Arc)

[Isamaya Ffrench]
When the sky moves
And the sun casts its rays
The shadow of you wakes

When the sky moves
And the sun casts its rays
The shadow of you wakes

[George Clarke & Isamaya Ffrench]
Under a sun (when the sky moves)
Out of season (and the sun casts its rays)
Awake from dreams plunging (the shadow of you wakes)
Mute cool horizons
And infinite arctic
Visions

[Isamaya Ffrench]
I am here
I speak your name in whispers
Quiet death
Your cabal has raised its mast
Hurried our marriage in panic
They were tired of nursing us here
Our aching, needing
To pull through
This black granite
This cocoon of the sleeping world

And the sun casts its rays

[George Clarke & Isamaya Ffrench]
We return
To the cement boulder (the shadow of you wakes)
To towering wells of humiliation (when the sky moves)
To those kept colonial judges (and the sun casts its rays)
Staring away toward spires for god (the shadow of you wakes)
Piercing the air

I am the sea for longing
Seer through the abstract
I am the pilgrim phantasm
Urging through the frost
I am the sea for longing
Seer through the abstract
I am the pilgrim phantasm
[George Clarke]
I am the model gospel (I am the model gospel)
I am the model gospel (I am the model gospel)
I am the model gospel (I am the model gospel)
I am the model gospel (I am the model gospel)
I am the model gospel (I am the model gospel)
I am the model gospel (I am the model gospel)
I am the model gospel (I am the model gospel)
I

[Isamaya Ffrench]
Breaching canals
Drifting back
To heaven