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