The Fox

The fox, the fox
Lied
Eyes under my prizeThe fox, the fox
Lied
Fox eyes under my prizeWe're in a different war
With ourselves, and with some of you
So many things that don't hold trueWith the fear that dims our light
With the barnacles on our rightOn 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 aloftIts how you feel for me now, not how you felt
Its how you deal with envy, not how you dealtRecognise and send away, set it asail
Serenity inside of meWe're in a different war
With ourselves, and with some of you
So many things that can't be trueOn 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 youSerenity inside of me
Set asailBut you'll sail alone
If you don't hold the rope
You'll go alone