Rick Wright: Broken China album

(Rick Wright/Anthony Moore)

I'm ill with a fever, I feel like a child.

I lay in the dark 'til morning came.

It's so unoriginal,

And I feel it worse at night.

I know it's not terminal,

But I'm near half-dead with fright,

And freezing cold.

But sooner than wake up

To find it all unchanged,

I'll sleep through the day til the daylight ends.

'Cos it's all so familiar

As it comes around again,

The same taste to everything,

The same unbroken chain

That still remains.

With morning I rise,

A dream that won't leave me--

You're sad, naked and pale,

And you're reaching for the rail.

You took a look inside. How could you peel away

Or break the shell, the hurt you've hidden so well

For all your days.

And you're going down

As you slip beneath the waves.

Won't ameka sound,

Won't even leave a trace before you.

I hear an appalling sight from the street below,

And it's creeping fear congealed in stone

That paves the crazy road.

And all are succumbing and they look so hopelessly

At the heartbreak. It's easy to deal with--

Just take these and you'll never really feel it.

(Rick Wright/Anthony Moore)

I can take it or leave it, won't be the woebegone,

Don't need a model universe to hang your pictures on.

You hide somewhere, you die somewhere,

And then this senseless thought,

By hating more you're feeling more,

And that's how you get caught.

They're never going to make it easy,

Of this you can be sure.

I greet you from your wilderness,

I'll stay inside your door.

There is no cage or prison, they have no fence to tall

You die more times than anyone; there's still no place to fall.

They're never going to keep it simple;

This comes down from above.

I have no helm, no secret realm.

I dream to be at the heart of love, a part of love.

I bet you can conceal it, but that's just a dead-end track.

I'll cover you like the driven snow and then I'll bring you back.

You'll see! You feel like, you feel like a banner,

Unfurled and gently blown.

And there before your opening eyes,

The self you've never known

They're never going to make it easy;

Of this you can be sure.

You feel untied, beatified,

And loved for evermore.