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 don’t turn, some things never come back

Secret recordings were made in the marsh

I bore a hole a in a tree just to see

Knights dance in molecules, here’s Galahad

They’re rising back up, they’re rising back up

(And I know that the Thames flows beneath the grass…)

Can’t you see them floating like black ash?

Can’t you feel them crawling down your neck?

Sea breeze, sea breeze

Can’t you feel it breathing down your neck?