a last clear light

there is a way to measure the true force
that brings us home and gives us honest hope
of sunset pleasure by the watercourse
there is a way to measure the true force

the better way is neither rough nor coarse
we walk uphill as others run downslope
there is a way to measure the true force
that brings us home and gives us honest hope

there's never choice we always have to cope
with all the errors that you could commit
as through the murk you foolishly might grope
there's never choice we always have to cope

we've never let ourselves have all the rope
we'd need to drag our hearts out of the shit
there's never choice we always have to cope
with all the errors that you could commit

it's always down to where you want to sit
while all the colours fade into the dark
we drag ourselves out of the deepest pit
it's always down to where you want to sit

the answer's never given with due wit
we see the tree's flesh underneath the bark
it's always down to where you want to sit
while all the colours fade into the dark

we reach the height and there we make our mark
about our actions there's been no remorse
no record's kept by interfering clerk
we reach the height and there we make our mark

the place we left becomes some sort of park
all anger and all hatred we'll divorce
we reach the height and there we make our mark
about our actions there's been no remorse