| Swing low In a dark glass hour | |
| You turn and cower | |
| See it turn to dust | |
| Move on a stone dark night | |
| We take to flight | |
| Snowfall turns to rust | |
| Seam in a fusing mine | |
| Like a nursing rhyme | |
| Fat man starts to fall | |
| Here in a hostile place | |
| I hear your face start to call | |
| And if you think | |
| That I've been losing my way | |
| That's because I'm slightly blinded | |
| And if you think | |
| That I don't make too much sense | |
| That's because I'm broken minded | |
| Don't keep it... | |
| Inside | |
| If you believe it | |
| Don't keep it all inside | |
| Strong words | |
| In a ganges sky | |
| I have to lie | |
| Shadows move in pairs | |
| Ring out from a bruised postcard | |
| In the shooting yard | |
| Looking through the tears | |
| Out of a black slate time | |
| We move in line | |
| But never reach an end | |
| Fall in a long stray town | |
| As the ice comes down | |
| River starts to bend | |
| And if you think | |
| That I've been losing my way | |
| That's because I'm slightly blinded | |
| And if you think | |
| That I don't make too much sense | |
| That's because I'm broken minded | |
| Don't keep it... | |
| Inside | |
| If you believe it | |
| Don't keep it all inside.. |