And I drown a little more every day   The wind blows so slowly now   The trees are dry dead   Walls to me they cannot hold back the storm any longer   It will bread around us first   If there's a god   If there's a God   When I stand there at the piled bloodcamp   Again I flick open the inner eye   If you too open your eyes you shall see   The entire sky filled with weeping angels   The entire heaven filled with weeping angels   And the centralsun and sum of all   God too weeping      We shall be judged      So anyway so your garden is most fullgreen   And the many birds alight on its budding branches   And anyway the lambs gambol   And the children sing yours perhaps   Or mine God   And anyway   So anyway we fall beneath the waves   And hope to be remembered anyway   Anyway the bluebirds wait over the white cliffs of Dover   So anyway they to fall   The grass dies the moss goes the chalk chips away   Then below that the rocks grain away   This is the sound of the earth dying so nothing new   So anyway you may wait under a tree   Or at the foot of a hill   Anyway