Bounce the ball still
Softly round it on all sides.
Sorry then bird flight
Passes across my window
Sorry then
In the mind of God
The dead sleeping lie
And
Into the bloody hole we'll go
Oh no oh no
Into the menstrual night we'll go
Hey ho hey ho
Mignonne, allons voir si la rose
Qui ce matin avait
I remember walking in the fields around York
Miserere
Oh
So: this Empire is nothing
Before me the green fields
Circles within circles
We ride through them all
Circles within
And then when then I die
I feel I shall
King after king after king
Then queen then queen then
The great, bloody and bruised veil of the world
The
Then I looked into her young eyes
From eighty years she
"Consider the lillies of the field"
Consider the carnage and