Lyrics
There's a Son
What are we waiting for and what have become?
Why don’t we try to tear our eyes from the horizon?
I always thought we’d learn to walk before we run, run away
Tongue-tied in compromise we dance around the flame
And try to kid ourselves that this is what we came for
I know that I'm no match for you but it’s no game we play
There’s a son, there’s a daughter
There’s a life in which we blunder
In search of love, in search of wonder
In search of one who’ll drag you under
And so another day has fallen in between
The words we say and all we actually mean to
Sometimes I feel that I'm a stranger in a dream and that's ok
But there’s a son, there’s a daughter
There’s a life in which we blunder
In search of love, in search of wonder
In search of one who’ll drag you under
Corpse in the Copse
Rain falls so hard that I can almost feel it
This copse is my graveyard
Life lies in the cold earth, the shroud of night surrounds me
I wait for my rebirth
So meet me there down by the river where
You washed your hands, my wish is your command
Raise your eyes, dawn comes under crimson skies
But this I know: so slow the river flows tonight
Time crawls to standstill, a late snowfall lies over me
Wait for you I will
So meet me there down by the river where
You washed your hands, my wish is your command
Raise your eyes, dawn comes under crimson skies
But this I know: so slow the river flows
So slow the river flows tonight
So slow the river flows tonight
So slow the river flows tonight
So slow the river flows
Wishing Well
Hey there, wishing well, take me back to where the angels fell
I’m just tired of waiting for this storm to break
I’ve tried but I can’t see a place where I was meant to be
Someone’s imitating the space I take
Well maybe I’m a simple man, I don’t pretend to understand
The workings of a system they say we need
But this I know and this I feel: there’s plenty got a rotten deal
Caught between the heating bill and a mouth to feed
I’m inclined to think that maybe we have lost our way
The water’s thrown out with the baby, someone’s gonna have to pay
Hey there, wishing well, take me back to where the angels fell
I’m just tired of waiting for this storm to break
Nothing’s really broken it was meant to work this way
A poor man’s left to pin his hopes on seven balls come Saturday
Hey there, wishing well, this old handcart’s bound for hell
Find me something new to sell I beg of thee
Come on, come on, you lucky charm, do your stuff ‘cause they mean me harm
Take this silver from my palm, lead me gently by the arm
Hey there, wishing well, take me back to where the angels fell
I’m just tired of waiting for this storm to break
I’ve tried but I can’t see a place where I was meant to be
Someone’s imitating the space I take