David Sylvian

Standing firm on this stony ground
The wind blows hard
Pulls these clothes around
I harbour all the same worries as most
The temptations to leave or to give up the ghost
I wrestle with an outlook on life
That shifts between darkness and shadowy light
I struggle with words for fear that theyll hear
But orpheus sleeps on his back still dead to the world
Sunlight falls, my wings open wide
Theres a beauty here I cannot deny
And bottles that tumble and crash on the stairs
Are just so many people I knew never cared
Down below on the wreck of the ship
Are a stronghold of pleasures I couldnt regret
But the baggage is swallowed up by the tide
As orpheus keeps to his promise and stays by my side