The Fox

The fox, the fox
Lied
Eyes under my prize.

The fox, the fox
Lied
Fox eyes under my prize.

We're in a different war
With ourselves, and with some of you
So many things that don't hold true.

With the fear that dims our light
With the barnacles on our right.

On the grass, beachy head
On the cliff to which you've been lead
The curve of the hill is green and soft
As if the wind would hold you aloft.

Its how you feel for me now, not how you felt
Its how you deal with envy, not how you dealt.

Recognise and send away, set it asail
Serenity inside of me.

We're in a different war
With ourselves, and with some of you
So many things that can't be true.

On the grassy beachy head
On the cliff where you were laid
The curve, the hill is green and soft
As if the wind would hold you.

Serenity inside of me
Set asail.

But you'll sail alone
If you don't hold the rope
You'll go alone.