Story Behind the Song
Greg Salmieri: vocals, guitars, harmonicas
Mike Yannich: drums, percussion
Joe Keller: bass guitar
Dave Mallen: Keyboards
Megan McDonagh: Vocals
Lyrics
In the kind of soft sadness
Congenial to writing,
On a Saturday night
In a snowstorm,
I await the return of
Elizabeth Constance
To a place that she once did call home.
Now Elizabeth's visits
Have grown brief and more distant,
And although I know different,
I can't help but believe
That somehow this will be her last.
One more moment with Elizabeth,
Like a vision that stands out of time.
One more moment with Elizabeth,
And it all seems so clear in my mind.
Murky shadows of evening
Had long been upon me
When they lifted and found me
The same man
Who I had been as a boy
But stronger and wiser
And more able to understand
Elizabeth for whom
I'd fallen in childhood,
Who shown like a sapphire
Obscured by dusk's armor --
I swore I'd break through it somehow
One more moment with Elizabeth,
Like a vict'ry outside of my life.
One more moment with Elizabeth,
Incandescent in radiant white.
She defined the breadth of my deepest emotion.
She filled in the gaps in my most distant dreams.
She's cold like a storm raging out on the ocean,
And warm like the breath of a tropical spring.
With my head and my heart clear,
I love her so freely,
But I see that she's lost;
She can never be mine.
Though I broke through the armor
And embraced the sapphire,
She is still locked up in the night.
And I know that come morning
I must find another.
Even if she returns,
She won't find me alone,
But while there's time left in the night
One more moment with Elizabeth,
Like a prophesy shown to my youth.
One more moment with Elizabeth,
Like a promise, beautiful and aloof.
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