Standing firm on this stony ground
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The wind blows hard
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Pulls these clothes around
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I harbour all the same worries as most
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The temptations to leave or to give up the ghost
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I wrestle with an outlook on life
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That shifts between darkness and shadowy light
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I struggle with words for fear that they'll hear
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But Orpheus sleeps on his back still dead to the world
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Sunlight falls, my wings open wide
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There's a beauty here I cannot deny
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And bottles that tumble and crash on the stairs
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Are just so many people I knew never cared
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Down below on the wreck of the ship
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Are a stronghold of pleasures I couldn't regret
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But the baggage is swallowed up by the tide
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As Orpheus keeps to his promise and stays by my side
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Tell me, I've still a lot to learn
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Understand, these fires never stop
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Believe me, when this joke is tired of laughing
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I will hear the promise of my Orpheus sing
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Sleepers sleep as we row the boat
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Just you the weather and I gave up hope
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But all of the hurdles that fell in our laps
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Were fuel for the fire and straw for our backs
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Still the voices have stories to tell
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Of the power struggles in heaven and hell
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But we feel secure against such mighty dreams
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As Orpheus sings of the promise tomorrow may bring
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Tell me, I've still a lot to learn
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Understand, these fires never stop
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Please believe, when this joke is tired of laughing
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I will hear the promise of my Orpheus sing
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Orpheus
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David Sylvian |