Ride - David Sylvian

Messages ran all over town

Words without sound

Condemned me

And left me for dead

All over again

It wasn’t the first time, but this time

Things will never be the same

Ride, ride the very thought into the ground

In the church of the lost and found

The angels cry

Ride, ride until the darkness closes in

Until the ravaged soul begins

To reflect the open skies, ride

The chapel was burned

Razed to the ground

From the darkest of clouds

Small birds tumbled like rain

Time and again

You may go charging at windmills

In these days

Absurdities never change

Ride, ride the very thought into the ground

In the church of the lost and found

The angels cry

Ride, ride until the darkness closes in

Until the ravaged soul begins

To reflect the open skies, ride

In the thick of the woods

The word is taboo

In the darkest of continents

Light can deceive you

Ride, saddle up your thoughts and run to ground

In this world of lost and found

The eagles fly, ride