(Jon Anderson/Chris Squire). A river a mountain to be crossed. The sunshine in mountains sometimes lost. Around the south side so cold that we cried. Were we ever colder on that day a million. Miles away. It seemed from all eternity. Move forward was my friend's only cry. In deeper to somewhere we could lie. And rest forthe the day with cold in the way. Were we ever colder on that day a million. Miles away. It seemed from all eternity. The moments seemed lost in all the noise. A snow storm a stimulating voice. Of warmth of the sky of warmth when you die. Were we ever warmer on that day a million. Miles away. We seemed from all eternity. The sunshine in mountains sometimes lost. The river can disregard the cost. And melt in the sky warmth when you die. Were we ever warmer on that day a million miles away. We seemed from all of eternity