Nada Surf

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