David Sylvian - The Ink In The Well lyrics
[David Sylvian - The Ink In The Well lyrics]
The lights of the ashes smoulder
Through hills and vales
Nostalgia burns in the hearts
Of the strongest
Picasso is painting the ships in the harbour
The wind and sails
These are years with a genius for living
The rope is cut, the rabbit is loose
(Fire at will in this open season)
The blood of a poet, the ink in the well
(It's all written down in this age of reason)
The animals run through harvested
Fields of fire the bitterness shown on the
Face of the homeless
Picasso is painting the flames
From the houses the sudden rain
These are years with a genius for living
The rope has been cut, the rabbit is loose
(Fire at will in this open season)
The blood of a poet, the ink in the well
(It's all written down in this age of reason)
Fire at will
Through hills and vales
Nostalgia burns in the hearts
Of the strongest
Picasso is painting the ships in the harbour
The wind and sails
These are years with a genius for living
The rope is cut, the rabbit is loose
(Fire at will in this open season)
The blood of a poet, the ink in the well
(It's all written down in this age of reason)
The animals run through harvested
Fields of fire the bitterness shown on the
Face of the homeless
Picasso is painting the flames
From the houses the sudden rain
These are years with a genius for living
The rope has been cut, the rabbit is loose
(Fire at will in this open season)
The blood of a poet, the ink in the well
(It's all written down in this age of reason)
Fire at will