Ocean Soul - Syd Matters

Dark are the hours of your changing,

The permanent dream,

Your daily routine,

The revolution devours

Its children’s eyes,

It fills your mouth

With brand new lies

When in the old days the sun goes away

And cast a shadow over me

Hmmm, lararara

Gone are the things you’re naming,

The missing navy,

The captain ghost,

The revolution divides

The good and the bad,

The north and south,

The evil flesh and

The aching bone,

The blood on the tracks

Like a river over me

Hmm, lararara

Shift your pack on your shoulder,

The heavy boots,

The marching tunes,

The revolution calls

The ocean souls,

Waves likes walls,

The Ark on the sand,

The promised land,

The promised land,

The flooded land

Lord knows I have been trying

To warn you all,

To find the missing,

Oh God,

You dance in the hall,

You hear nothing at all

You hear nothing at all

You hear nothing at all,

And here comes the flood

Like the silence over me

Ooh

Ooh