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 break around us first

If there's a god, If there's a god
When I stand there at the piled blood-camp
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 that the central sun and sum of all
God too weeping, we shall be judged

So anyway, so your garden is most full green
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, we fall beneath the waves
And hope to be remembered any way
Anyway, the blue-birds wait over the white cliffs of Dover

So anyway, they too 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 that hill
Anyway



Credits
Writer(s): David Michael Tibet, Michael Cashmore
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