Going Down With the Waves

Through the smoking stubble Of the old cornfield I saw you there. Through the smoking stubble Of the old cornfield it was so surreal. Through the smoking stubble Like a slo'-mo' world-war movie reel Like "Christina's World" in Dreamland Wake me up in Dreamland Like "Christina's World" in Dreamland ... again Naked in my unmade bed You are a photograph in my head So perfect, like sacred prayer Now, forever, always there As my green eyed goblin sneers to me "She'll have her pick, Dave wait you'll see The devil's in the detail" - Tears begin And I'm going down with the waves... again. No happy ever afters - not this time But I'll back sweet Darling Valentine And in that dreamscape inside your head I'll be your Angel when I'm dead My green eyed goblin snears at me "She wants you Dave!?... just wait you'll see" The devil's in the mystery as tears begin I'm going down in the waves... again © David Knopfler 10th Aug 2003