Still Life

The axe is swift and reckless Feel the grain, split it wide Cut away to build the mansions Of banks and boards in distant hands The axeman looks to the sun Covered eyes, blind to silence The future is eroding The sacred past destroyed No damning feats of progress Comfort the unemployed The earth is shred and skun Fortune seekers hit and ru-un Barren earth, poisoned skies, wasted seas Will we see the light through the trees Before the last axe falls A sweet breeze of rage is blowing From forest to the town Slowly the tide is turning With love the seed is sown No time for feeling helpless We've change to make While there's still li-ife Lessons learnt quickly fade, memories Will we see the light through the trees As the last axe falls