The white crag hides the eagle,
And the eagle takes the lamb
And carries her to distant crags
From where the flight began.
Like an arrow from a distant bow,
She travels straight and true
And crushes from the gaping breast
The blood that runs in you…
And the Mercedes coughs its way to life
And you are yesterday's child,
You are entangled in the wires,
You are surrounded in the fires,
You are to satisfy desires…
And you are young.
The wicked man remembers
What most of us forget.
And he can recognise deceit
Within himself, and yet
The lessons learned for history -
So seemingly naïve -
Are how much greater is the good
To give than to receive…
And the Mercedes coughs its way to life
And you are yesterday's child,
You are entangled in the wires,
You are surrounded in the fires,
You are to satisfy desires…
And you are young.
I never want to hear
You neither understand nor see.
It simple spoils illusions,
And all the imagery
Is ground into a powder dust
Whose trickle sets you free;
Whose smoulder is the faintest
Glow red light in Arcady…
And the Mercedes coughs its way to life
And you are yesterday's child,
You are entangled in the wires,
You are surrounded in the fires,
You are to satisfy desires…
And you are young.