Track byPeter Murphy
A white light blazing deep Through the wasteland searching we Soaring birds now hunt the brow As I thirsty gripped with hunger now Clear sighted painful ends to win The battle of the me so wafer thin The line between the devil's teeth And that which cannot be repeat Push me in take me t'ward The subject in the subject taught A war without a war within Join head and heart for to begin Bemused we flinch no easy work For invited men are loath to shirk The line between the devil's teeth And that which cannot be repeat War Work War Work War Work Hey man, how will you feel When all you have and all you own Is your only true friend When above you in the firmament Flow the blood of the prophets Out of your reach From your aching speech