English Morning

This English morning This English dawning That I'm up against This English yearning This constant burning Yet I'm on the fence I'm always changing Rearranging to another man This ceaseless scheming This breathless screaming But do I take a stand No And when your back's Against the wall Well, endless screaming's The only thing That makes sense at all These shifting feelings This hingeless reeling Written on my face This wingless yearning This stifled burning For another place My madman's raving his Stark mad wailings At my brand new man The past is calling The engine's stalling But do I take a stand No And when your back's Against the wall Well, endless screaming's The only thing That makes sense at all And when your backs against the wall I couldn't save anything Is there anything above Is there anything but love And when your back's Against the wall Well, endless screaming's The only thing That makes sense at all Is there a pattern to understand Is there a lantern to hold in hand Is there a ladder to climb above