Τραγούδι από το τέλος της χρυσής περιόδου των Genesis, ιδανικό για μια κρύα νύχτα του χειμώνα. Ο Steve Hackett έχει εγκαταλείψει το γκρουπ στα ίχνη του Gabriel, κι αυτό εδώ είναι το τελευταίο απ’ τα σπουδαία τους άλμπουμ – σαν σύνολο τουλάχιστον.

A song from the end of Genesis’ golden era, ideal for a cold winter night.
Steve Hackett has left the band, following Gabriel’s footsteps, and this was their last of their fabulous albums – at least as a whole.

The warming sun, the cooling rain
The snowflake drifting on the breath of the breeze
The lightning bolt that frees the sky for you
Yet only eagles seem to pass on through
The words of love, the cries of hate
And the man in the moon who seduced you
Then finally loosed youYou climbed upon a burning rope to escape the mob below
But you had put the flaming out so that others could not follow
To be out of the bounds and the barks of those who do not wish you wellYou must blaze a trail of your own, unknown, alone
But keep in mind
Don’t live to-day for tomorrow like you were immortal
The only survivors on this world of ours areThe warming sun, the cooling rain
The snowflake drifting on the breath of the breeze
The lightning bolt that frees the sky for you
Yet only eagles seem to pass on through
The words of love, the cries of hate
And the man in the moon who seduced you
Then finally loosed youYou’re old and disillusioned now as you realise at last
That all you have accomplished here will have soon all turned to dust
You dream of a future after life, well that’s as maybe, I don’t know
But you can’t take what you left behind, you’re all alone
So keep in mind
Don’t live to-day for tomorrow like you were immortal
The only survivors on this world of ours areThe warming sun, the cooling rain
The snowflake drifting on the breath of the breeze
The lightning bolt that frees the sky for you
Yet only eagles seem to pass on through
The words of love, the cries of hate
And the man in the moon…