The Fox

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