Down South

There's a picture on my wall that says it all And it chronicles the rise before the fall So look to southern comfort for relief Behind the palace walls inertia sleeps And the centre of the world has moved away Despite the cover-ups, the facts led astray But in the end that world is in retreat And clasp the hand of brothers still asleep Best not waste a second - better move, I reckon There's turning tides Going down south - Going down Going down south again - Going down Shut out the light while digging in the dark Concede each tiny gem, each tiny spark And cloak them in the cloth of heresy But one day they will shine for all to see Through you fingers slipping Now the clock is ticking, there's turning tides I don't want to lose control of my very soul, never again I don't want to change my mind, in truth these eyes are blind So reconstruct each edifice of stone A triumph in the face of thoughts outgrown And then that budding tip of Darwin's tree Will never see the vital irony Let's not waste an instant, the future's in our infants There's turning tides