Jealous Of The Birds - Something Holy

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When did I become blasé
About the crocuses?
My body’s here to work
I’m not on holiday
The sight of colonnades
And sunlit cobbles
Kids running down the beach
In their goggles
Oh, honey don’t you think
It all seems so improbable?
Improbable…
Lately I haven’t had the heart
To thread the needle
I’m discontent with half of what
Sits on my easel
How can one manifest the truth
Of light on water?
Man it’s all been done before
Why even bother?
Oh, honey don’t you think
It all seems so improbable?
Improbable…
Something holy in cathedral blls
The red-tile roofs
Th seagull’s cry
Something holy in the writer’s page
The stranger’s smile
A friend’s embrace
When did I stop hearing symphonies
In people’s voices
Or forget that I’m the only one
Who makes my choices?
I lay down on the sand
And didn’t move for hours
Dreamt of saints and thorns
Amid the flowers
Oh, honey don’t you think
It all seems so improbable?
Improbable…
Something holy in cathedral bells
The red-tile roofs
The seagull’s cry
Something holy in the writer’s page
The stranger’s smile
A friend’s embrace
Something holy in the sun-sweat brow
A fishing boat
A fado song
Something holy in the breeze that blows
The almond tree
The purple shade
Bah da bah
Duh-da la duh-da la duh-da la la
Bah da bah
Duh-da la duh-da la duh-da la la
Bah da bah
Duh-da la duh-da la duh-da la la
Something holy in cathedral bells
The red-tile roofs
The seagull’s cry
Something holy in the writer’s page
The stranger’s smile
A friend’s embrace
Something holy in the sun-sweat brow
A fishing boat
A fado song
Something holy in the breeze that blows
The almond tree
The purple shade