The Fox 歌词

The fox, the fox Lied Eyes under my prize The fox, the fox Lied Fox eyes under my prize We're in a different war With ourselves, and with some of you So many things that don't hold true With the fear that dims our light With the barnacles on our right On the grass, beachy head On the cliff to which you've been lead The curve of the hill is green and soft As if the wind would hold you aloft Its how you feel for me now, not how you felt Its how you deal with envy, not how you dealt Recognise and send away, set it asail Serenity inside of me We're in a different war With ourselves, and with some of you So many things that can't be true On the grassy beachy head On the cliff where you were laid The curve, the hill is green and soft As if the wind would hold you Serenity inside of me Set asail But you'll sail alone If you don't hold the rope You'll go alone