They turned a blind eye
to the killings,
then the blind eye,
in turn,
turned on them.
Words from the Jagged Edge of Truth
They turned a blind eye
to the killings,
then the blind eye,
in turn,
turned on them.
When all things are done
there is one more yet to do,
the band plays one more song
the surfer rides one more wave,
the old man was once his son.
The moon is best seen at night
and she smiled at the mirror
and his arms they held her tight,
she looked through the hole in the wall
everything going to be alright.
She knocked a hole in the wall
and the room flooded in light,
I’m changing the way I live, said she,
I’m taking the darkness out of the night.
He clung to my back in the ocean
as we dived beneath the wave
and tried to swim under the water
to see how far we could go.
We both came up spluttering
and laughing he said to me,
I think if I rode on the back of God
I would get further under the sea.
I was smiling at a woman
She was smiling back at me
There was no sense in talking
To the stars I made my plea.
I was dancing in the moonlight
I was dancing on the sea
Sipping wine from a white glass
Beneath a tall garden tree.
I saw her all those years ago
beside the rolling shore
I came to take you to the edge
to see the islands that I saw
crouching in the setting sun
on horizon’s lonesome moor.
Here there is a presence,
a strong hill hovering over my shoulder
reminding me of the size of everything
and the way of the wave on the shore.
I do believe
in your heart;
I do belive
alone in you.