Dinner with Clara Haber - The Fugitives

if there was gold inside the sea

you’d know where to find it

all you men with us tonight

with your meals and your dessert

all the hopeful hands that helped him

feed the hungry of the Earth

raise your hands in bright applause

raise the nation under God

bring the walls down in the next town

during a peace a scientist is working for the world

but in a wartime he will answer to his borders

great men, to the end of doubt

great men and gallant hearts

brave men and the way you shout

while the dead run perfect circles round you

every masked man cloaked in cloud

drunken bird in choking tree

every blade of greying grass

every open hole of grief

raise a toast, remember me

raise your voice at my white sheet

let them hear you in the next town

I’ll go to the garden with the bullet in my heart

all of the men are in the fields and they have all started to cough

our son and daughter slowly dancing from the rope inside their rooms

tell me, if life’s a set of problems how you answer

great men, to the end of doubt

great men and gallant hearts

brave men, with the way that you shout

while the dead run perfect circles round you

great men, with shoulders out

great men, with your table talk

brave men unafraid to call on the winds of change

to blow right through you

if there was gold inside the sea

you’d know where to find it

all the empty places, all the empty plates

the smoking candles, every single man in shock

outside, the falling snow, the proof of life

and how it’s not unlike a long escape from silence

I could care less about quiet

I will show you all the sound that comes from genuine surprise

I’ve danced around the question long enough

you kill or you refuse it

is the science in your heart not set to music