LA CANZONE DEL GIORNO: WATERLIGHT PARK (Demo)/CHAPEL CLUB

A mild month for weather but a late storm sees
The first berries torn from the rowan trees
Their bodies stain the stone in Waterlight Park
Small deaths, unmourned by the gathering dark

And as you might suppose, my mind finds a start
Turn on the radio and dreams they drift apart
Here in London town where
Every child's a Herod to himself and others
I hear a lonesome whistle

I watch and the only answer made
Comes from a black-suited cannonade
Pounding the corpses with a stern expression
Shaming the loud blood's indiscretion

And as you might suppose, I'm that bleeding heart
I believe in something more than you can fix upon a chart
Here in London town where
Every man's a Judas to himself and others
I hear a lonesome whistle

But there is another answer, now I see
In the up-thrown arms of the rowan trees
Crazed with dismay by what the storm has done
Cradling in shadow their fallen sons

And as you might suppose, I've a broken heart
And as you might suppose, I've a broken heart
And as you might suppose, I've a broken heart
And as you might suppose, I've a broken heart

(2011)

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