all of the angles add up to a sight
we know what happens when we name each day
these gifts are moments of most honest play
so much is given in plain black and white
we catch a single instance of the ray
all of the angles add up to a sight
those motions rattle only through a night
you are not certain we have lost our way
so much is signalled by what we don't say
all of the angles add up to a sight
so easy now to watch as the streets clear
the soldiers march and countermarch with pride
the blow had fallen and we weren't aware
so many messages pass through the air
on their hard tasks we see the rulers ride
so easy now to watch as the streets clear
we gasped and claimed the action was not fair
this was a crime directed at our side
the blow had fallen and we weren't aware
given a chance we took a larger share
of all the things that we had long decried
so easy now to watch as the streets clear
not one of you will have a thought to spare
or say a thing or do more than deride
the blow had fallen and we weren't aware
all we have left is anger and plain fear
there is no place we can shelter or hide
so easy now to watch as the streets clear
the blow had fallen and we weren't aware
