We Want War

Some of these trees have been growing for years
the leaves on the floor must be five metres deep
the paths are a labyrinth or even a trap
some tides dont turn some things never come back.
Secret recordings were made in the marsh
I bore a hole in the tree just to see
Knights dance in molecules, heres Gallahad
Theyre rising back up, theyre rising back up.
Shadows dance back up , its happening again
If you listen carefully you might hear them whisper:
'We hold all the secrets, we hold all the words; but theyre scrambled and broken so youll never know'
(And that the Thames flows beneath the grass�)
Cant you see them floating like black ash?
Cant you feel them crawling down your back?
Cant you feel them breathing down your neck?
Sea breeze, sea breeze.