Strange light and a subtle wind, combs across a summer’s day
Kissing shadows in Hyde Park, stranger than the figures of art

Sleeping on, in the cold light of dawn
Trees of doubt, fields of stone

Memories become our scars, drowning near the surface of your heart
Caught in a gently riptide, a lonely cosmic divide

Sleeping on, in the cold light of dawn
Trees of doubt, fields of stone
Two evils shown, in the cold light of dawn
And you can’t hide, what’s inside, and you won’t

No birds to ring the change
Or lines to demarcate
In your heart

Sleeping on, in the cold light of dawn
And you can’t hide, what’s inside, and you won’t