The Divine Comedy - Bleak Landscape lyrics

I cannot reconcile myself to this
I wish I could
I cannot live the life I ought to live
I know I should
I cannot bring myself to pray
Except to wish these words away
They echo round my head

But soon they will escape
Across the bleak landscape

There is a tree that grows out of this earth
It stands alone there is a wind that shaped
It from it's birth by whom the seed was sown
I cannot bring myself to sing
It is a wild untethered ting
That echoes round my head

But soon it will escape
Across the bleak landscape

I cannot bring myself to speak
Except to wish myself asleep, asleep
But every word unuttered
Only serves to clutter up my head
And when I go to bed I dream that

Soon I will escape across the bleak landscape
And soon we shall escape across
Our very own bleak landscape