Blind Sublime - Peter Murphy

It looks a dream

And feels the same

I could conquer it

And still feel sane

The soft hills and shores

Beguiled and silent nights

The sun waits softly

We talk a lot

Too much to say

We’re still too proud

It looks a dream

And feels the same

I could conquer it

And still feel sane

The people best

Are simple here

And thoughts escape me

No fear, no judge

No burning fear

Their eyes don’t pierce

Slowly worked

Smoke ringed arms

It’s too hot to mention

Slowly worked

Smoke ringed arms

Luck turned an ear

I shout to time that nothing stays

Nothing lasts and damn to change

Though then I read a book a line

Which says we sleep in blind sublime

Deaf and dumb in human lands

To break and free needs different hands

To pull us to a different space

Where things are wider, out of place

It looks a dream

And smells the same

I could conquer it

And still feel sane

It looks like a dream

And smells the same

I’d submit to it

And still feel sane

I’d submit to it

And still feel sane

I’d submit to it

And still feel sane