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