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
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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Other Album Tracks
- The Long Shadow Falls
- All the Pretty Little Horses
- Calling for Vanished Faces I
- The Inmost Night
- The Carnival Is Dead and Gone
- The Bloodbells Chime
- Calling for Vanished Faces II
- The Frolic
- The Inmost Light
- Twilight Twilight Nihil Nihil
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- Bright Dead Star - Single
- The Moons At Your Door
- I Am the Last of All the Field That Fell: A Channel
- HoneySuckle Æons
- Baalstorm, Sing Omega
- Haunted Waves, Moving Graves
- Monohallucinatory Mountain / Aleph At Hallucinatory Mountain
- Aleph At Hallucinatory Mountain
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