1.Dark Dark Dark
Lyricist：Thomas C Greenhalgh, Jonathan D Langford
The twisted trees sing
Dark, dark, dark
Broken branches hidden
Far down below
The trees stare back
And we burn in smoke
Reflecting in the water like ghosts
Drifting this way and that
Far down below
Dark, dark, dark
The chrysalis fall spun silk unwinding
A soft pillow of earth
Standing over each blade of grass
Telling it to grow
I'll spread my wings
For the man who had to know
A marriage of angels and sinners
Science and religion
Looking for proof
And some faith in you
Far down below
Dark, dark, dark
High-flying donkeys have gone astray
Satan's longing is here to stay
The twisted trees sing
Dark, dark, dark
The twisted trees sing
Dark, dark, dark
Standing over each blade of grass
Telling it to grow
Far down below
Dark, dark, dark
Standing over each blade of grass
Telling it to grow
We'll spread our wings
For the man who had to know
Far down below
Dark, dark, dark
Far down below
Dark, dark, dark
Far down below
Dark, dark, dark
Far down below
Dark, dark, dark
2.The Old Fox
Lyricist：Thomas Charle Greenhalgh, Jonathan Dennis Langford
Old fox walking over ice
Listening for cracks
Below water a pit
Above fire, brilliance, beauty
No one is around
(Below water)
Young fox dips his tail
And goes tumbling in
Behind the crow and gate
Old fox eating from the bins
(Above fire)
No one is around
Behind the crow and gate
Conditions are difficult
Old fox is eating from the bins
And full of responsibility
The task is great
A task is great
Old fox walks over ice
3.White Stone Door
Lyricist：Thomas Charle Greenhalgh, Jonathon Dennis Langford
Sleep out in the woods away
Running through the rain
Deep in the barrow a trance induced
Midsummer sunrise
A sparrow falls through the dawn and air and mist
Set in stone, searching for a signal
Beams through the atmosphere
A white stone door
In a palace of light, in a circle of ice
Through centuries of tears, we danced all night
Wander in the grain washed up on the shore
A white stone door
Sleep out in the woods away
Running through the rain
Deep in the barrow a trance induced
Midsummer sunrise
Dance the toes right off your feet
Making up the story as you go
The dancers are all dead we know
Behind the white stone door
Through smoke and drums, a standing wave
Trapped in a chamber forever
Getting louder everyday
A white stone door
4.Diamonds
Lyricist：Thomas C Greenhalgh, Jonathan D Langford
Sly like a magpie's shared between the species
Something there glitters, the theft is made
Gold speckled waters, the source unfound
Slips through wet fingers back under ground
The reason for the voyage hasn't been forgot
The trail's not cold, the coals are hot
The crew draw back together like magnets
Salmon at sea that head back to fresh water
To the head of the stream and the inevitable slaughter
Carry the future back off down the river
Affection explained in a watched world
There's nothing of magic in this shining pearl
The water gets red with the rust of an anchor
The blood and the paint from the towns that got captured
Where something dissolved and got free in the current
Locked in black boxes they'll find their way
Thrown out on the highway they get home just the same
Each fishy sparkles again and again
Where rough diamonds lie
A lens that bends all light
Will change and shape to suit its eye
Where rough diamonds lie
Affection explained in a watched world
There's nothing of magic in this shining pearl
Where rough diamonds lie
5.The Hope And The Anchor
Lyricist：Thomas Greenhalgh, Jonathon Langford
The hope and the anchor
Lies between levels and layers
Two places to be
The land and the sea
The road and the grave
The snakes and the ladders
The sadder and sadder
Lies between the hope and the anchor
The hope and the anchor
The hope and the anchor
6.Cockermouth
Lyricist：Thomas Charle Greenhalgh, Jonathan Dennis Langford
You take the high, I'll take the low
Off through the gorse and brambles
Far off the road and far from home
I ramble
A hornet's nest lies on the track
It's half formed larvae scattered
A workers cottage broken down
And left in shambles
Leave the path, strike out alone
Up on the ridge I ramble
Back to the wind, face wet with rain
Above the fields of cattle
High in the ferns I find a scull
I see the flashing shadows
Jet fighters swooping loud and low
Rehearse for Armageddon
You don't have to believe in the end
You have to believe this is the end
(I ramble)
This is the end
(I ramble)
Over the hills and far away
All through the day I ramble
I rock 'n' roll in standing stones
With Brian Jones I ramble
You don't have to believe in the end
You have to believe this is the end
(I ramble)
This is the end
(I ramble)
You don't have to believe in the end
You have to believe this is the end
(Far off the road and far from home)
This is the end
(I ramble, I ramble)
I believe, believe, believe, believe, believe
Believe, believe, believe, believe, believe
Believe, believe, believe, believe, believe
(I ramble)
You don't have to believe in the end
You have to believe this is the end
(I ramble)
This is the end
(I ramble)
You don't have to believe in the end
You have to believe this is the end
(I ramble)
(Far off the road and far from home )
This is the end
(I ramble, I ramble)
You don't have to believe in the end
You have to believe this is the end
This is the end
You don't have to believe in the end
(Strike out alone I ramble)
You have to believe this is the end
(I lose my way I ramble)
(I lose my clothes I ramble)
This is the end
(On to the end I ramble)
You don't have to believe in the end
(Back in time I ramble)
You have to believe this is the end
(All left behind I ramble)
(H. D. Thoreau I ramble)
This is the end
(Nowhere to go I ramble)
You don't have to believe in the end
You have to believe this is the end
This is the end
You don't have to believe in the end
You have to believe this is the end
This is the end
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