Among the elm trees and the ivy
The silence pulls me down to the earth
Down to the roots
The sound of water, water falling from the leaves down to the earth
But the seagull overhead, she reminds me that time
Time will bring the sea

Once a boy heard a noise and suddenly came curiosity
And out of the dark as a knife leaves its mark
Innocence, innocence turns and betrays him

And the boy turned out to be someone to stand in this world
Of loneliness, in fear of someone no longer there
And the boy turned out to be someone who’s less than one part of me
But nonetheless someone could see
And if god should judge me then innocence must be my plea

I dreamed someone who loved me opened up my eyes to things I did not want to know
Could not understand
I dreamed someone who loved me carried me away somewhere I did not want to go
I know it was not planned
That I should not forget the names and faces
Should not forget forbidden places
And not forget confusion as love turns to fear
And if we carry the torch of the sins of our fathers we never will be free

And the boy turned out to be a man with faith in the world
A world that would not harm a foolish man who means no ill
But in time this foolish man could see he’s still just an angry child
Who hasn’t learned to take some bitter pill

Pictures of childhood return as I sleep in your arms
Once a boy heard a noise and suddenly came curiosity

Voice
Voice in the soul
A voice in the soul, my soul, says:
Jump
Jump
Jump into a new name, into a new life
A name of danger, a life of pain
A new land
Freedom, freedom to cause pain
The name is pain to those who reach out, to those who hold
Pain, in the heart
Pain, on the back of the hand
Cigarette burn on the back of the hand
burning the flesh
Tears of rage, of love, or rage, of love, of rage, of love
Enough

Voice
Voice in the soul
A voice in the soul, a madman’s soul, says:
Leap
Leap into the dark, into the void
Look
Look for danger and then leap
Leave behind the safety, leave behind the friends
Leave behind the love, and rage, and love, and rage, and love, and rage, and love, and rage
Enough, enough

He walks into the room, my room
I can still see the tears in his eyes, the sleepless nights
Because of the things that I have done
Because of the pain that I have caused
Because of a memory of a time before a voice
A voice of temptation
A voice of seduction
A voice of rage, my rage, his love, my rage, his love, my rage, his love, my rage, his love
My rage is so strong, too strong
His love, his love is not enough
Not enough
His love is not enough

I saw you when I first came down to Exeter
You stood so tall I thought you were my prince
We could fight off Hurricane Hugo so I thought
But the hurricane came and I haven’t seen you since
Tales of love, tales of woe
Tales of “will he?” “won’t he?”, tales of told you so
Tales of “yes”, tales of “no”
Tales I can’t stop telling since you chose to go

But those heads keep on rolling, rolling
I consult the i-ching
It says: “be like some bamboo by the water”
Well the only bamboo I have got is holding up my cheeseplant
So heads will roll if I ever catch up with you

And suddenly, I realised you reminded me of someone
Someone I met when I was just eighteen
Someone I ment on a dusty road in Africa
He took me home and filled me with his dreams
Tales of drugs, tales of sex
In our Jo’burg squat we listened to Tyrannosaurus Rex
David Bowie, Elton John, ooh, we couldn’t last too long
Too much fighting with the boys in discotheques

So it was always on the cards that I’d fall in love with you
When the Tarot said that lightning struck my tower
And it was always on the cards that before long we’d be through
All dried up like a lonely winter flower

There were stars in our eyes as we compared our transits
Pluto in conjunction with the sun
Yes there were stars in your eyes as you crawled back to your bedsit
Back to where you’d thought you’d have more fun

The day you left you said to me there’s nothing more to say
Well I have to say I don’t that is true
Words may not be adequate to explain the way I feel
But there’s one or two things I like to say to you
Words of war, words of hate
They’re the only words that you appreciate
So I ungrit my teeth, and I unbite my tongue
And I speak my mind before it is too late

And there was poison in the tea leaves when you walked out my door
So I threw away the cup you used to drink from
And now the herbal rememdies that I brew up in my kitchen
Are all in little bags – no leaves, no mess, no more!

I saw you when I first came down to Exeter
You stood so tall I thought you were my prince
We could fight off Hurricane Hugo so I thought
But the hurricane came and I haven’t seen you since
But the hurricane came and I haven’t seen you since
Yes the hurricane came – I haven’t seen you since