I cannot reconcile myself to this
I wish I could
I cannot live the life I ought to live
I know I should
I cannot bring myself to pray
Except to wish these words away
They echo round my head
But soon they will escape across the bleak landscape
There is a tree that grows out of this earth
It stands alone
There is a wind that shaped it from its birth
By whom the seed was sown
I cannot bring myself to sing
It is a wild untethered ting that echoes round my head
But soon it will escape across the bleak landscape
I cannot bring myself to speak
Except to wish myself asleep, asleep
But every word unuttered
Only serves to clutter up my head
And when I go to bed I dream that
Soon I will escape across the bleak landscape
And soon we shall escape across our very own bleak landscape
Bleak Landscape was written by Neil Hannon.
Bleak Landscape was produced by Sean O’Neill.