When Poets Dreamed Of Angels

She rises early from bed

Runs to the mirror

The bruises inflicted in moments of fury

 

He kneels beside her once more

Whispers a promise

"Next time I'll break every bone in your body"

 

And the well-wishers let the devil in

And if the river ran dry they'd deny it happening

 

As the card players deal their hands

From the bottom of the deck

Row upon row of feudal houses blow away

Medicine for the popular complaint

 

When the poets dreamed of angels

What did they see?

History lined up in a flash at their backs

 

When the poets dreamed of angels

What did they see?

The bishops and knights well placed to attack

Songtext: Sylvian, David