Album: Londinium
My angel, clipped wings I know
Wonders in darkness on grimy ground
In a forest unclean, unsound
Everything, everything has gone wild
Make land for the cows to graze
Leaflets scattered around to advertise, sell out
A swamp, in it hands stretched out
To catch a passing dime
Donations to the rich, widened pavements for the poor
Somewhere else to lie
But my friend the carriage door stands slightly ajar
And I know clipped wings make uneasy flight
But we’ve got to reach
A place where the feast never ends
A moment when the music celebrates
And a time when darkness belongs to night skies
And nothing else
No, nothing else, no
Tomorrow my spirit’s seen
Fears today my mind
Soul aches so deep
Always craves my body to reach
A place where the feast never ends
A moment when the music celebrates
And a time when darkness belongs to night skies
And nothing else
No, nothing else