Twilight Capers (Live, Hammersmith Odeon, London, 26 March 1977)

歌詞

All the white horses ran bleeding to the end, Shot through the heart by dear devoted passion And the falling stars that never fall But send ambassadors to call, Still call the guilty to heaven All the wild ones keep their shades pulled down, They hid their dead eyes from the ground, They starve their souls with murder proud Beneath the shroud, beneath the shroud And in a corner by the door, in a picture on the wall Hangs a man of hollow leather I can see his broken grin, His fallen hope, his glorious sin, Bejewelled and robed in splendour See the clouds form without sound… Dark and swollen, torn and bound by the storm That scream around in the heads Of those he found beneath the ground, beneath the ground In the grey corridors of melting ice, In the cod golden claw of autumn nights, You can find us again in paradise We are the voice in the shadows, The curse that binding We are the crack in the mirror, The seeker finding We are the light in the lantern Your blindness brought you We are the dazzling phantoms Of dark misfortune…