The Inmost Night

Lyrics for 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