Dark Skies

(альбом: In Search Of Harperfield - 2016)

The light we see is from times unknown
Put in their place the troubles we are shown
We are the root, we are the branch
We are the product of a million chances

Don't you love the way they dance
Above you in dark skies?

They'll trip the sounds up in your mouth
So that the words they don't come out right
We could be anywhere in this kind of dark
Oh let's be anyone, oh let's be anyone

And they gave us a stage
To write our own page of history

And yet you still call this design now
From the only one who knows
I think I'll give the emperor back his clothes

Enoch, Neldricken, Valley and Glenhead
Are all reflecting the stars overhead
Like black glass the water holds our eye
Not a movement, not a sign of a pitching

Leave me suspended like this
While the world does its bitching

I like to keep my fairytales on shelves
My Goldilocks doesn't need explaining
Why can't it be just as simple as it looks?
Don't need a sermon to balance these books

Staring up from the ground
As the light it dumbfounds us

And yet you still call this design now
From the only one who knows
I'll think I'll give the emperor back his clothes