The Inmost Night

And I drown a little more every day

The wind blows so slowly now

The trees are dry dead

Walls to me they cannot hold back the storm any longer

It will bread around us first

If there's a god

If there's a God

When I stand there at the piled bloodcamp

Again I flick open the inner eye

If you too open your eyes you shall see

The entire sky filled with weeping angels

The entire heaven filled with weeping angels

And the centralsun and sum of all

God too weeping

We shall be judged

So anyway so your garden is most fullgreen

And the many birds alight on its budding branches

And anyway the lambs gambol

And the children sing yours perhaps

Or mine God

And anyway

So anyway we fall beneath the waves

And hope to be remembered anyway

Anyway the bluebirds wait over the white cliffs of Dover

So anyway they to fall

The grass dies the moss goes the chalk chips away

Then below that the rocks grain away

This is the sound of the earth dying so nothing new

So anyway you may wait under a tree

Or at the foot of a hill

Anyway