When Poets Dreamed Of Angels Lyrics - Secrets Of The Beehive - David Sylvian

She rises early from bed 

Runs to the mirror 

The bruises inflicted in moments of fury 

He kneels beside her once more 

Whispers a promise 

"Next time I'll break every bone in your body" 

And the well-wishers let the devil in 

And if the river ran dry they'd deny it happening 

As the card players deal their hands 

From the bottom of te deck 

Row upon row of feudal houses blown away 

Medicine for the popular complaint 

When the poets dreamed of angels 

What did they see? 

History lined up in a flash at their backs 

When the poets dreamed of angels 

What did they see? 

The bishops and knights well placed to attack