- Who Gives a Thought
Who gives a thought about the fireflies
Short lives of moving light
Perform their quiet flight
The stars of starless nights
Who gives a thought about the nematodes
There isn’t time these days
For microscopic worms
or for unstudied germs
Of no commercial worth
Who gives a thought about the labourers
The ones who dig and hoe
who weld and reap and sow
who braid and cut and grind
Who split and join and wind Who reach and teach and hack
And bring the children back
To serve the self-made man
- We Let It In
(Deep, sun, sun)
This soul of it is running gay
With open arms through golden fields
(Deep, sun, sun)
And even though the corn is high
And sometimes harsh against the heels
We open to the blinding sky
And let it in
And let it in
(Deep, sun, sun)
With open hearts through burning fields
This soul of it in gorgeous flame
The whole of it in gorgeous flame
(Deep, sun, sun)
We let it in
We let it in
We let it in
We let it in
We let it in
We let it in
We let it in
We let it in
- Icarus or Blériot
All this world
All this time
Here above the galaxy
Who are we?
Try to fly
Brave the sun
Icarus or Blériot
Who are we?
Now so high
In a cloud
Far above the battlements
Who were we?
Who were we?
- Garden of Stars
- Inclusion
[Instrumental]
- There Were Bells
There were birds above
They sang it the whole day through
And the sky revolved a pink to golden blue
All the roads through time
Weave the world’s long rhyme
Let it all unravel in a sea of pearls and swine
There were bells above
That rang the whole day through
And the sky was shot with light and hazy blue
Early days of winter sun
All the days turned into one
All the sirens beckoning the crew
There were horns as loud as war that tore apart the sky
There were storms and floods of blood a human high
Never mind my love, let’s wait for the dove
Fly back to tell us there’s a haven showing night
There were those who ran away,
There were those who had to stay
In the end, they all went the same way
- Sherry
On a long
Long ride to Bonn
Last light from an old sun
Soon the moon will rise again
Here, now
It’s all horizons
Hard to steer
These new stars
No clear lines to guide us
Always there
For the last hooray
Last light of an old sun
- I’m Hardly Me
[voice]
I would say this is all that there is in play
Now it is in this bitter day
In the wide and the driving snow
I may say
I may have to say
This is new and it’s not the same
Nothing can ever be the same
- These Small Noises
These small noises
All we died for
These small faces
All we saw
Take us
Take us
We are over
Make us
Make us
Into land
Land of soil
We owe our fathers
Olive tree line
Now no more
Go to Earth
Our hair on fire
Go to Hell
In Hell to burn
- Making Gardens Out of Silence
[Instrumental]