(Wright, Moore)



I can take or leave it, won't be the woebegone,

Don't need a model universe to hang your pictures on.

You hide somewhere, you die somewhere

And then this senseless thought,

By hating more you're feeling more

And that's how you get caught.



They're never gonna make it easy

Of this you can be sure.

I greet you from your wilderness,

I'll stay inside your door.

There is no cage or prison, 

They have no fence too tall,

You die more times then anyone, 

And there's still no place to fall.



They're never gonna keep it simple

This comes down from above.

I have no helm, no secret realm,

I dream to be at the heart of love, a part of love.



I bet you can conceal it, 

But that's just a dead-end track,

I'll cover you like the driven snow 

And then I'll bring you back.

You'll see! you feel like, you feel like a banner,

Unfurled and gently blown,

And there before your opening eyes

The self you've never known.



They're never gonna make it easy

Of this you can be sure.

You feel untied, beatified

And loved for evermore.