One Eye Open

Out of the mud
With one eye open
Out of the flood
In a tangle of reeds
Marked with blood
My fist has spoken

And all the children are singing
All the children are singing

And as I wander through the forest
Through the oak tree glade
I feel like an axe here in this forest
Under a watchful gaze
There are many eyes here in this forest
Lest I mount my steel dragon

And all the children are singing
All the children are singing
Of love!
Of love!

Now up on your mountain high
In your woven next
Where your many lovers lie
All across your breast
I raise my hands to the sinewed sky
But they're weighed down with stone

And all the children are singing
All the children are singing
Of love!
Of love!

And there is a great hole in the centre of my-
A great hole
And there is a great hole in the centre of my heart
A great hole

And all the children are singing
All the children are singing