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The roll of distant thunder breaks, the afternoon of silence wakes |
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They hurry through from Petergate as if they know this dance |
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In fury blind, I drive at night across the moors, the open roads |
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Beneath the freezing starry skies, racing in some trance |
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These cities are illusions of some triumph over Nature's laws |
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We've seen the iron carcass rust and buildings topple into dust |
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And as the waters rise, it seems we cling to all the rootless things |
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The Christian lies, technology, while spirits scream and sing |
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Oh God I love the world |
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Well I never said I was a clever man but I know enough to understand |
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That the endless leaps and forward plans will someday have to cease |
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You blind yourselves with comfort lies like lightning never strikes you twice |
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And we laugh at your amazed surprise as the Ark begins to sink |
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This temple that is built so well to separate us from ourselves |
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Is a power grown beyond control, a will without a face |
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And watching from outside I wish that I could wash my hands of this |
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But we are locked together here, this bittersweet embrace |
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Oh God I love the world |
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And if one day the final fire explodes across the whitened sky |
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I know you've said you'd rather die and make it over fast |
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With courage from your bravest friends, waiting outside for the end |
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With no bitterness but an innocence that I can't seem to grasp |
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I know somehow I will survive - this fury just to stay alive |
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So drunk with sickness, weak with pain, I can walk the hills one last time |
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Scarred and smiling, dying slow, I'll scream to no one left at all |
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I told you so, I told you so, I told you so . . |
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Oh God I love the world |
