Lying on my bed
I was reading French
With the light too bright
for my senses
From this hiding place
life was way too much
It was loud and rough
round the edges
So I faced the wall
when an old man called
Out of dreams
that I would die there
But a sight unseen
you were pulling strings
You had a different idea
I was like a child
I was lying strong
And my father lifted me up there
Took me to a place
where they checked my body
My soul was floating in thin air
I clung to the bed
and I clung to the past
I clung to the welcome darkness
But at the end of the night
there's a green green light
The quiet before the madness
There was a girl that sang
like the chime of a bell
And she put out her arm
she touched me when I was in hell
When I was in hell
Someone sang a song
and I sang along
Cause I knew the words
from my childhood
Intellect ambition they fell away
And they locked me up
for my own good
But I didn't mind
cause the silence was kind
It spoke to me in whispers
There was the sound of the wind
and the cold cold dawn
And the quiet hum of business
Let me dangle awhile
in this waiting room
I don't need to go I don't need
to know what you're doing
Know what you're doing
Lying on my side
you were half awake
And your face was tired
and crumpled
If I had a camera I'd snap you now
Cause there's beauty
in every stumble
We are out of practice
we're out of sight
On the edge of nobody's empire
And if we live by books
and we live by hope
Does that make us targets
for gunfire
Now I look at you
you're a mother of two
You're a quiet revolution
Marching with the crowd
singing dirty and loud
For the people's emancipation
Did I do okay did I pave the way
Was I strong
when you were wanting
I was tied to the yoke
with a decent bloke
Who was stern but never daunting
And he told me to push
and he made me feel well
He told to me to leave that
vision of hell to the dying
Oh to the dying