Time to say good bye

I've been trying to control the borders of my heart
Its Northern Ireland back stop was trouble from the start
It was the common denominator amongst all my problems
How could I open doors to the future negotiations
When she was still in there threatening retaliations

I'm on a mental Brexit
But in my hearts its a no deal
We'll part with some rejections
Or that's just the way that I feel
The European Union of our lives
Has experienced a rift
And its no thanks to you or me
Being so spendthrift
I should have invested more
In your fiscal policies
But then you shouldn't have expected me
To adopt all your regulations
You know I passed them as you said
But they conflicted with my own authorities
And conviction to govern myself instead

But what you must understand is
Its a question of constitution
I cannot go against my own will's resolution
They were written down in laws
On the manuscript of my soul
But you tried to steal it
You are a thief of control
So that's why I must leave you
Its written in the golden stars
There are a ring of 12 of them
On a blue flag,
Like the heavenly bodies
Sometimes our paths must cross
But I cannot always be calm Venus
Sometimes I must be warlike Mars
In our negotiations that soon will close
I will try the path of least resistance
I suppose
And it should be not a question
Of my wrong or right intention
But whether we want the best for each other
Do not try to determine my future
It is in the will of the people
Living under one steeple
One church
But its still a question
Whether we're all singing from the same hymn sheet
And if our leaving song is a discordant lurch

Lions of lives are roaring

Thunderous applause of the salt
encumbered shoes
That walk like
Pirates walk the plank
And give no shoulder anyway
To the crocks that give way
As they balance along their flanks

It must be seen to be believed
How strange it seems to finally see
To wake up in the world
As if from a dream
Of the long encumbered sleep

I never slept well
Why couldn't you tell
Each day in heaven
Was a night spent in hell
But somehow we got over these
Disastrous things
And somehow
It just feels so raw
Like peeling back your skin
Then sprinkling on salt
Or rubbing your wound with
Lemon
It stings, it is sore
Like I've shut my fingers in the door
And I carry no truck with that queen anymore

No I played my joker
And she played her ace
And in our game of poker
I got egg on my face

I did so wrong that I can't ignore
This feeling I have in pocket
This string on the purse of my
Rich understanding
Has come loose
And all the coins have fallen
To the floor where I'm standing
And I can't sit down
And I can't let go
And I've lost my crown
But must still act in the show

It seems I have cut off my own nose
At last
Just to spite my face in the glass
Where too much self analysis
Is useless as grass
To a cow who has lost all her teeth

I wish there were some safe place
I could go, where we would all laugh
And it'd be on with the show
But that ship has sailed and she
Has moved gone
Because I marooned myself on this island
With a madman's song

If I might say it
I don't know me well - not well enough

Foot steps on the street

All the chrome horses had run around
Their courses
And are now leap frogging
Over the hedge
And the drivers are waiting in the
Queues anticipating
What sentences will fall
From my head
They are blocked up
Like a Mental Brexit
There is no road map to my
Soul
And I am lost in this city
Where the girls are so pretty
I have fever that is hard to control

If I've said it once
I've said it a thousand times
She will not call
She is wasting my time
I'm backed up against and iron clad wall
And the rust is peeling off
Blood red

The sentences fall,
with no trouble at all
I have to stoop down to pick them
Off the floor

And the park lingers on
In its cold tree song
For the old men
Who wander unfed

Unfed, unfed
They are going to bed
On the benches, in the
Galleries of bushes
Under the hedges
Where the birdies
Befriend them
With reveries of lives
Long dead

Long dead, long dead
Inside their heads
With reveries of lives long dead

Peeling back the tarmac
Taking up the cobbles
Digging beneath the street
Where the old beggar hobbles
Where the old beggar hobbles

And underneath the sooty street
The earthen sand stare
Are the graves of those long gone
Those bone people who lived before

Before, before
Those who lived before
Those are the roads that they tread
But are they the same
As we walk in vain
Are all our footsteps
destined instead?
Are all our footsteps predestined
instead?

Horses trot
And graves they rot
Horse hooves just clip-clop
Their certain air
Of a midnight lair
Where the past walks down the street.

All the Saints today

Come on Saint George
Set down your grey hair
Set down your false disguise
You're in the Angel's lair
But there's a devil beside

And Saint George you should know
About the times she's lied
And it isn't fair
The times the maiden's cried

But oh Saint George
You know the truth can't hide
You're in the dragon's lair
Pick up your shield with pride

And I think you should know
There's a devil there
But an Angel beside
So set down your grey hair
Pick up your sword with pride

Now the flames that scare
Fly from her mouth and fried
All the saints held there
To the stakes where they're tied

And I think you should know
How much the other saints tried
Saint Andrew's bear, Saint Patrick
Down on the snakes did ride

But its all the same
In the dragons lair
There's an Angel there
But a devil beside
So pick up your shield
Fight back the flame
Loves a battlefield
Where all the saints have died

When love comes to call

Your hands are up against the wall
The seconds pass but they never fall
A grain of sand can be a cannon ball
The speeding bullet leaves no trace at all
And you think you might cross the line
But your'e still just a clock wasting time

They line you up in the noon day sun
Stand you there and point the gun
Ask you son if there's somebody you wanna call
And you look up into the blazing sky
And beg your father please tell me why
I am made to suffer the indignities of grace
And you think that you might cross the line
That mercy might walk by, or show her face
But you know like a clock you're just wasting time
Cos we're all just standing up against the wall

Can there be an Eden where all our thoughts stand still?
That little forest path on the edge of the hill
That place in which time and love are held in suspension
Like the clock had stopped and we were held in detention
It happened to me once, then it happened the other way around
A friend hurt me, now I've hurt a friend
And how do we know just what we will do?
When love comes to call, when love comes to call?

I was walking in the forest of good intent
And thought I spied a deer so towards her I lent
I shot my arrow, it hit her heart and down she did fall
How do we know what we'll do
When love comes  to call?

Fire your burning arrows, ye gods, ye gods
Some of you play with our hearts
Like you play the fish with your bait and rods
Some of you toss the coin, some roll the dice
But its all the same in the final flame
When your hearts turn to ice

I thought I saw you in a dream, your
Grass snakes out numbered me
We dug them out, did they return?
All I know is how hot the arrows burn
When love comes to call
When love comes to call

Good Bye Vienna

Well its goodbye Vienna

And so long Saigon

Hello Honolulu

And my love is long gone

Ten thousand miles

On the blade of a knife

But it never cut me once

Not like my life

I shot through the country

And into the yard

And at the back of the city

My head hit down hard

Well its ten thousand borders

That I need to cross

But just one line between us

That decides a win or a loss

And I don’t like to gamble

With my heart in that way

Its already a shamble,

like a needle in the hay

I’ve lost my bearing

Somewhere on your map

And you’re out of my hearing

As you sit on my lap

There’s a wild unknown country

Where I must go

And so its out of the city

And on with the show

Where do those rails run?

Cold iron, cold iron
Where do these rails run?
Into the cold heart of the country
Into the hearts of everyone

Cold iron in my soul
A sliver of shrapnel
Just the last part
Of the bullet in my heart
Where you shot me

Cold iron, cold iron
Come to take my cares away
From the cold, cold morning
Of the railway

Cold iron in the north wind
Cold iron to the west
All I see are cold iron people
Wearing their chain mail vests

Come lay down your sleepers
Come lay them to rest
Cold iron creepers
Like vipers leaving the nest

Up past the scrub-land
Of the good intention
Out to the bone white trees
Into the frozen hands
Of a cold morning's breeze
Too cold to carry pretension

Some rails lead nowhere
Some tracks are dead
Some are like wild hair
Growing on a homeless man's head

Some sleepers are just rotten
They never find a bed
They can sleep no longer-they've forgotten
How to rest their heads

But the cold iron will remains
Even if their rails
Will carry no more trains

Their intention has been hammered down
By nine inch nails
Coffin ground, coffin ground
I can hear that coughin' sound
From the heart and lungs on fire
Smoke pours out from Hell's choir

Coffin ground where they lay their iron
Across the world, made their bed to lie on
Where are those rails running?
The devil knows and his cunning
Where have them rails run?
From hell below to heaven's sun