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