Hope is just a footnote
In yesteryear's notebook
Come crawling on all fours
Come begging in the street
You push and you pull
You push and you pull
You push and you push and
You push and you push
The pressure sets
And you don't know
What to do
You push, you pull
There's nothing to lose
Forces of...
Forces of...
Forces of...
Centre of gravity
So spoiled
Eccentricity
Under construction
Over capacity
In this life...
In this life...
In this life.
Forces of...
Forces of...
Forces of...
Centre of this universe
Here you can take us first
In this life...
In this life...
In this life.
Born on an island
Kitchen help environment
Portraits on the window sill
Broke in an instant
All of this...
And everything else
Pigeons on the pavement
Pipes laid in the sand
Fifty-thousand images
But no-one can stand
All of this...
And everything else
I know what they are
Doing with me
And why, oh why
It's because I keep on
Listening
Oh why, oh why
Because I'm a bug
I know with black
Iron tubs and
High class windows
I know
I've been waiting so long
Because I'm a bug
I'm a bug
Contained by this jug
Contained by this jug
In the trenches
By railway or pipeline
Something just isn't right here
The ground is the colour of steel
And all they ever taught me
Was to say
“Oh well”
All the way up
The mountain
All the way down
The other side
Who will be there
All the way the across
The ocean
All the way back
To the other side
Who will be there
When we come down
Our body is the essence
A soft light on the cloud
Above the mountains
We will never forget this
We shared this
We lived through this
Together
Always golden
Always cordial
Always
Perfect in time
Always going
But already there
Always
Smiling back like you care
Always holding
Always oh so formal
Always
So popular
Always sending me gifts
Always oh so gorgeous
So sharp and aglow
Always a master
Always a slave
Always irretrievable heart
Always so invincible
Always at every show
Always irretrievable heart
But sometimes
But sometimes
Always dangerous
Always so conscientious
Always
Always paper or plastic
Always 'please sir'
And 'thank you'
So sharp and aglow
Always so invincible
Always at every show
Always irretrievable heart
The bottom line is simple
All of us deserve to make the most
Of our potential as we see fit
To be the masters of our own destinies
Being forced to sell these things off
Is tragic and humiliating
We don't have to live like this
For the ancestors
In the attic
For the passerby, who's in static
For the winter views
For the white and the blues
At the helm
Of a quiet essence
As the ruler
Of impermanence
For the ambiance
For the transience
On the highway through
A stormy vista
We'll drive and drive
And drive and drive
And drive and drive
And drive and drive
On the highway through
A stormy vista
An altering heart
Faltered the vista
In plain view of the arc
The measured
The meaning
The opaque and the wax
Dust settles down
Stalling grandeur
Glowing to
Obliterate
Initiate the glowing
No past, no future
Inebriate the balance
The stars, the skies
The wind and blackness
Dust settles down
Stalling grandeur
Glowing to
Obliterate
It's so cold, cold, cold
And I can't feel my fingers
And I can't see your breath
And I can't feel your breath
We are stronger than the clouds
White billows from progress
Onto blackened horizons
We are portraits in the night
With highlights in frost
This winter is different
I'm here still, shivering
Well I guess I'm stuck here
I'm frozen
I hear no reply
I fear no reply
On empty canvas sky
I thought I heard you breathing
This labyrinth
I thought I heard you cough
I thought I had seen both sides of the knife
Chasing a still face
Turn, turn, turn to the winds
And oh don't step softly
On and on
Through the orchard scene
On and on and on and on
On and on and on and on
Spiral, spiral, spiral
This labyrinth
I thought I could hear you
Through the trees
Spiral, spiral, spiral
Indelible patterns
Turn, turn, turn to the winds
And oh don't step softly
On and on
Through the orchard scene
On and on and on and on
On and on and on and on
You always walk away
You always turn
Turn, turn, turn
In the shipping lanes
In the shipping lanes
In the shipping lanes
Let's go
Once you put it in a vase
You put it in a vase
You put it in a vase
Don't you expect it to grow
(c) 2015