The Fox

The fox, the fox
 Lied
 Eyes under my prize
 The fox, the fox
 Lied
 Fox eyes under my prize
 We're in a different war
 With ourselves, and with some of you
 So many things that don't hold true
 With the fear that dims our light
 With the barnacles on our right
 On the grass, beachy head
 On the cliff to which you've been lead
 The curve of the hill is green and soft
 As if the wind would hold you aloft
 Its how you feel for me now, not how you felt
 Its how you deal with envy, not how you dealt
 Recognise and send away, set it asail
 Serenity inside of me
 We're in a different war
 With ourselves, and with some of you
 So many things that can't be true
 On the grassy beachy head
 On the cliff where you were laid
 The curve, the hill is green and soft
 As if the wind would hold you
 Serenity inside of me
 Set asail
 But you'll sail alone
 If you don't hold the rope
 You'll go alone