airports we find annoying places
they represent transience concrete
where life is a continuing defeat
half-recognising all the different faces
battling to find a comfortable seat
airports we find annoying places
no presence here of any noble graces
timetables and weather set the beat
of all these travellers with tired feet
airports we find annoying places
words pour in rivers over a dry waste
meaning involves a different sort of sense
towards the rising moon we make our haste
on narrow hopes our images are based
that serves to make them even more intense
words pour in rivers over a dry waste
we come to understanding all uncased
the still looms before us all immense
towards the rising moon we make our haste
the past we find will never be erased
truth is not always the supreme defence
words pour in rivers over a dry waste
over the hills old goblins we have chased
and trapped them all against the final fence
towards the rising moon we make our haste
we know we need a greater thing than taste
wisdom will cease when we have gone hence
words pour in rivers over a dry waste
towards the rising moon we make our haste
birds fly to places that we cannot know
they are not stopped by sight of sea
from our fixed places we can never go
birds fly to places that we cannot know
even our swiftest thought seems slow
our hearts are now too heavy to be free
birds fly to places that we cannot know
they are not stopped by sight of sea
the green seems cleaner under cloud
light that is soft does more to cheer
we want the load that we can bear
quiet seems much happier than loud
calm rain will never leave us cowed
the world when fresh is truly dear
our hearts and minds are happy here
thunder and lightning make us proud
we hate ourselves in cold and heat
the world is made of stress and strain
shadow protects us from harsh light
life is much more than this defeat
all of our hopes are clear and plain
our task requires that we be right
where life begins in plangent wonder
a kind of joy might be expressed
the veil of day is torn asunder
where life begins in plangent wonder
all of our lives in noisy thunder
a different kind of quiz or test
where life begins in plangent wonder
a kind of joy might be expressed
the thing that squats darkly on the roof
speaks words that have not yet been heard
we wonder why there's been no proof
the thing that squats darkly on the roof
we pass this place and don't go poof
the monster turns into a bird
the thing that squats darkly on the roof
speaks words that have not yet been heard
under the heavy sky a clearer sight
the weight of air can set the spirit free
we hope for justice not for might
under the heavy sky a clearer sight
praise now the gentle quality of light
the way it softens every leaf and tree
under the heavy sky a a clearer sight
the weight of air can set the spirit free
we want the world to mean as well as be
a weight of thought within the heavy air
the sort of thing that all the wise may see
we want the world to mean as well as be
we face the morning and we bend the knee
honour and mercy are a joyful pair
we want the world to mean as well as be
a weight of thought within the heavy air
the matter is that we can't truly dare
to think as heavy all the weight of light
the rules as we have learned them are not fair
the matter is that we can't truly dare
we know that we can never give up care
the world is always spoiling for a fight
the matter is that we can't truly dare
to think as heavy all the weight of light
we are not caught in any nasty plight
powers are not dispelled by mere decree
a rule is made within the power of right
we are not caught in any nasty plight
at the last end there is a sweeter light
the river flows in happiness to sea
we are not caught in any nasty plight
powers are not dispelled by mere decree
all that we know will turn out wrong
the ones who speak are never true
we wake to hope and sleep in rue
the weak can never shake the strong
you think you can and then they sue
all that we know will turn out wrong
the silence cannot end the song
the old will always change to new
another day will come in view
all that we know will turn out wrong
each world becomes a single word
the choice is made before the speech
the answer's a bright golden bird
each world becomes a single word
we know that life is just absurd
and knowing that have got to teach
each world becomes a single word
the choice is made before the speech
at no time will we think of this as sad
the symbols have the meaning we desire
the world we're in would drive a god quite mad
at no time will we think of this as sad
we look outside and listen and are glad
we long for water and we love the fire
at no time will we think of this as sad
the symbols have the meaning we desire
When love and law together take up rule
we'll wonder why we let the hostiles in,
we'll wonder why we thought love sin
and hold the one who does so a damned fool.
Let each of us, with patience like a mule,
take up the task to let clean sunlight in,
make honest pleasure come in for the win
and send the foolish master back to school.
All of our joys seem better in the sun
when cooling rain has dissipated heat
and swallows soar in the brightening sky.
We know then that before the day is done
we will with some most happy duty meet,
and know the world will thank us by and by.
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