Needle in the Sun - Frog Eyes

I don’t want to fall on the lame

I don’t want to hurt their fathers

The Black Hut burns on the ridge everyday

You got to run away from that slaughter

And forget the beauty of the rains

It is beauty that moves us along

Into the grass that strokes our graves

We shall be brave, we shall be gay

And stick a needle into the sun

I don’t want to call out their name

I hear it in the rough and the heather

I’m standing at the edge of a valley and it’s cold

The villagers?

They hate me, but I know you are alone

So stick it in my heart and let me keep it safe and low

What a way to love: it is beauty that moves us along:

Into the grass that strokes our graves, we shall be brave, we shall be gay

And stick a needle in the sun

I built the walls, and I built the walls…