Something Holy - Jealous Of The Birds

When did I become blasé

About the crocuses?

My body’s here to work

I’m not on holiday

The sight of colonnades

And sunlit cobbles

Kids running down the beach

In their goggles

Oh, honey don’t you think

It all seems so improbable?

Improbable…

Lately I haven’t had the heart

To thread the needle

I’m discontent with half of what

Sits on my easel

How can one manifest the truth

Of light on water?

Man it’s all been done before

Why even bother?

Oh, honey don’t you think

It all seems so improbable?

Improbable…

Something holy in cathedral blls

The red-tile roofs

Th seagull’s cry

Something holy in the writer’s page

The stranger’s smile

A friend’s embrace

When did I stop hearing symphonies

In people’s voices

Or forget that I’m the only one

Who makes my choices?

I lay down on the sand

And didn’t move for hours

Dreamt of saints and thorns

Amid the flowers

Oh, honey don’t you think

It all seems so improbable?

Improbable…

Something holy in cathedral bells

The red-tile roofs

The seagull’s cry

Something holy in the writer’s page

The stranger’s smile

A friend’s embrace

Something holy in the sun-sweat brow

A fishing boat

A fado song

Something holy in the breeze that blows

The almond tree

The purple shade

Bah da bah

Duh-da la duh-da la duh-da la la

Bah da bah

Duh-da la duh-da la duh-da la la

Bah da bah

Duh-da la duh-da la duh-da la la

Something holy in cathedral bells

The red-tile roofs

The seagull’s cry

Something holy in the writer’s page

The stranger’s smile

A friend’s embrace

Something holy in the sun-sweat brow

A fishing boat

A fado song

Something holy in the breeze that blows

The almond tree

The purple shade