the inmost night

		and i drown a little more every day
		the wind blows so slowly now
		the trees are dry dead
		walls to me they cannot hold back the storm any longer
		it will bread around us first
		if there's a god
		if there's a God
		when i stand there at the piled bloodcamp
		again i flick open the inner eye
		if you too open your eyes you shall see
		the entire sky filled with weeping angels
		the entire heaven filled with weeping angels
		and the centralsun and sum of all
		God too weeping 
	
		we shall be judged 

		so anyway so your garden is most fullgreen
		and the many birds alight on its budding branches
		and anyway the lambs gambol
		and the children sing yours perhaps
		or mine God
		and anyway
		so anyway we fall beneath the waves
		and hope to be remembered anyway
		anyway the bluebirds wait over the white cliffs of Dover
		so anyway they to fall
		the grass dies the moss goes the chalk chips away
		then below that the rocks grain away
		this is the sound of the earth dying so nothing new 
		so anyway you may wait under a tree
		or at the foot of a hill
		anyway