There on the river the leaves float upon
The wake of the river as the sun shines on
Last night there was a ******, tonight there is love
My hands they are frozen as I wipe off the frost

The arrow on my compass is spinning
As the banker's holed up in their fortresses
Smoke their cigar's as the poor and weak weep
An uprising is ahead behind the doors of red sheds

I accept there are no substitutes for true evil
And smell the angel hair grass sweet and moaning
Asking us "Which way are you growing?"
Night falls as the spinning ball crawls

Gazing out the window into a grey white sheet
Where armies have marched and planes flown in fleets
No end to pain
But an end to happiness
How fleeting humans are when they are in unrest