Hidden Hand

I had a vision in the chapel Flame flickered on your forehead like an apple When the morning came I was enthralled by your movement But I was scared, I wrote a letter To articulate my thoughts a little better When the time came for speaking my mind it was gone The garden's overgrown Is the fact of the matter And now it's just a field behind the house Where the creepers kinda swallow the light Where you wait for a talking snake For a calendar day - something you can rely on You can steady the scale With my heart in a pail if I'm wrong When I was young and not a cynic I felt a gravity beyond the city limit In the violent heart I couldn't start to explain it But all my lovers turned to friends and I'm in London singing "if it be your will" again When the time came for speaking my mind it was gone The garden's overgrown Is the fact of the matter And now it's just a field behind the house Where the creepers kinda swallow the light Where you wait for a talking snake For a calendar day - something you can rely on You can steady the scale With my heart in a pail if I'm wrong I miss my childhood house Where my heart slowed down I could take control of myself there Since our childhood homes Are apartments though I've been finding I don't feel it the same way now The garden's overgrown Is the fact of the matter And now it's just a field behind the house Where the creepers kinda swallow the light Where you wait for a talking snake For a calendar day - something you can rely on You can steady the scale With my heart in a pail if I'm wrong You can steady the scale With my heart in a pail if I'm wrong Steady the scale With my heart in a pail if I'm wrong