All Over

It’s all over, it's all over

Over, over, over

So much wrong done

So much good will spoilt

Into the hole, we dare not look

There lays the weapon to burn all the truth

Held me so dear, a dead bird in your hands

Want, oh so badly

To end all disguise

To strip off the doubt

To strip all the fouls

Strip all the tiny things

That are better left untied

There are many shadows

In the back of my yard

But from all the tallest

Is the one that you would cast

It has miles inside it

To be lost, scared

And now it has hills and fountains

Mountains sharp, cities drowned

It grows and grows, wide and tall

Stretching out and digging up

All the dead horses you had once fed

You leave a trail behind

Inside me, tiny widows flood

Through tiny windows and doors

Wash out your furniture and home

Your smile an anchor without shore

My body sings while my will rows

But I’ll need none, now it's all

It's all over