作词 : Harper
  There's an owl in the valley fixing his prey
 He's not counting the tally
 It's down to what comes up before the day
 And the trees in the orchard were taken from a narrow view of time
 Where the minds of the tortured perpetuated patron saints of crime
 Oh civilisation.
 
 I can fit into your puzzle but it's hardly, hardly ever a hold
 And I'll tell you, yeah yeah, tell you the trouble
 The habits I've got are more than 10.000 years old
 And we cannot sell our souls to learning morals
 Big brother is no place for us to slide
 We cannot live by numbers or on laurels
 And hardly on how far from death we hide.
 
 And it's not a case of rampant paranoia
 But just an age I'd love to see unborn
 Not that I'd be missing playing Goya
 More like I feel awkward passing on
 Civilisation, civilisation down to my children
 Without a question.
 
 While the prophets of freedom, battery farming brains for narrow minds
 Have decided, yes they decided that meaning is far beyond the lives they left behind
 As two thirds of the population dine
 On scraps in shadow lengthening with time
 While propaganda spreads the same old theme
 You is me and we can change the game, bullshit.
 
 Oh but how many times have we written these lines
 And delivered these signs and not made it happen
 Walking the tightrope of taking our head off
 Losing the rhythm, idealising and all criticising
 And not realising that we've changed and left and we've gone.
 
 And sad to be leaving the things we believe in but time has a way and we fly
 The next age is born and the old hands are gone and done in the wink of an eye
 No point in passing bad reason good guessing, no time for massing much more than can flourish with love.
 
 And right now, my darling, I'm lying here dreaming of feeling, no daylight between us
 So wherever you are and whenever I'm there is someplace we've got to be ours
 Can we right-heartedly stand in this light and see what might turn out to be crazy enough, enough to be we ?
 
 When we've had a past sad enough to last for sometime into the future
 These storms have torn and true love is alone and the past is almost a failure
 Consciences burn in the programme turn, computing the social behaviour
 But yoke revolts, the foundation bolts and cries for yet another saviour.
 
 And I'd pack my things on a pair of wings and tomorrow I'd be parting
 With the summer birds and the winter herds for a place to face a new heart in
 But it makes no difference, where I am I'm in the game first hand
 There are no certain answers and no time to understand
 The rules are set to paradox, coercion and blind faith
 The goal's a changing paradise, a moment out of date
 The dream is righteous grandeur fit to flood the universe
 The fact is more than meets the eye but less than runs the earth, running the earth.
 
 And the prisoner of the present paces up and down inside his cell
 He's the living replacement, somersaulting from this psychic well
 Screaming : 'I'm the sponsor of a hell'
 Voices like the sea inside a shell
 Telling me I cannot stake a claim
 Possession is a clue but not the game
 So please leave this world as clean as when you came.
 
 So please leave this world as clean as when you came
 Please leave this world as clean as when you came
 Please leave this world as clean as when you came
 Please leave this world as clean as when you came.