The Ink In The Well Lyrics - Brilliant Trees - David Sylvian

The lights of the ashes smoulder through hills and vales 

Nostalgia burns in the hearts of the strongest 

Picasso is painting the ships in the harbour 

The wind and sails 

These are years with a genius for living 

The rope is cut, the rabbit is loose 

(fire at will in this open season) 

The blood of a poet, the ink in the well 

(it's all written down in this age of reason) 

The animals run through harvested fields of fire 

The bitterness shown on the face of the homeless 

Picasso is painting the flames from the houses 

The sudden rain 

These are years with a genius for living 

The rope has been cut, the rabbit is loose 

(fire at will in this open season) 

The blood of a poet, the ink in the well 

(it's all written down in this age of reason)