more light

more light won't make another thing as clear
as this calm moment in the dappled shade
we have good sense abundant and to spare
more light won't make another thing as clear

you're not so certain that we just won't dare
to enter into spaces you have made
more light won't make another thing as clear
as this calm moment in the dappled shade

there's no one here who has not made the grade
your hearts lie open to the whole world's sight
we have to call a spade a blooming spade
there's no one here who has not made the grade

not one of you has yet come to our aid
you laugh at seeing our disgusting plight
there's no one here who has not made the grade
your hearts lie open to the whole world's plight

each law we make requires that things be right
before we act to set all bricks in line
the rules we make distinguish day from night
each law we make requires that things be right

a single word is taken for a slight
we see each action as a sort of sign
each law we make requires that things be right
before we act to set all bricks in line

you are not asked to make pure or refine
but only to be sensible and care
truth and the lie in every heart entwine
you are not asked to make pure or refine

reality must serve to undermine
the castles that have been built in the air
you are not asked to make pure or refine
but only to be sensible and care