Peter Murphy
Cornwall Stone
Come across danger
Come across some hate
Come across the painted smiles
Come across some faith
Laughing at the cruel jokes
Laughing at a death
Laughing at some other fool
Laughing with the rest
Found me buried under glass
[Pay no shattered...]
Buried under Cornwall stones
Found me, switched me on
Turning up the volume
Watch me score the goals
Take a hold with both your long arms
Catch me like [I'm falling?]
A tale of fear and hiding
Of leaden thoughts and spears The autumn [rigour] setting in
Walk the road, fly the earth
Search for glory, [paint the girth?]
Feeling tired and threatened
Feel neglected, strong
Living on the outside
Whether you're right or wrong