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Far below the relentless river of two-eyed monsters roll by Growling as they pass from first to the last Nobody knowing why...

A circumstance beyond our control, oh oh oh oh
The phone, the TV, and the news of the world
Got in the house like a pigeon from hell, oh oh oh oh
Threw sand in our eyes and descended like flies...

Di-di-di-did you see the frightened ones?
Di-di-di-did you hear the falling bombs?
The flames are all long gone, but the pain lingers on...

My obsession
It's my creation
You'll understand
It's not important now...

I'll remember it
And Dublin in a rainstorm
And sitting in the long grass in summer
Keeping warm...

Good Night...

The answer's in the looking glass
There's four and twenty million doors
On life's endless corridor...

They call me The Wild Rose
But my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day.

Now the trees are almost green
But will they still be seen
When time and tide have been?

Another promise, another seed
Another packaged lie to keep us trapped in greed
And all the green belts wrapped around our minds
And endless red tape to keep the truth confined.