a short site about The Divine Comedy

French version

Bleak Landscape

Home demo, London, 1993 (3:42)

I cannot reconcile myself to this – I cannot reconcile myself to this –
I wish I could! I wish I could!
I cannot live the life I ought to live – I cannot live the life I ought to live –
I know I should! I know I should!

I cannot bring myself to pray, I cannot bring myself to pray,
Except to wish these words away. Except to wish these words away.
They echo round my head. They echo round my head.

But soon they will escape Soon
Across the bleak landscape. Across the bleak landscape.

There is a tree that grows out of this earth. There is a tree that grows out of this earth.
It stands alone. It stands alone.
There is a wind that shaped it from its birth There is a wind that shaped it from its birth
By whom the seed was sown. By whom the seed was sown.

I cannot bring myself to sing. I cannot bring myself to sing.
It is a wild, untethered thing It is a wild, untethered thing
That echoes round my head. That echoes round my head.

But soon it will escapeSoon
Across the bleak landscape.Across the bleak landscape.

I cannot bring myself to speak,
Except to wish myself asleep
But every word unuttered
Only serves to clutter up my head
And when I go to bed
I dream that

Soon we will escapeSoon
Across the bleak landscape.Across the bleak landscape.
And soon I will escape
Across my very own bleak landscape.Own