Texty: Tony Banks. The Border.

Dry forever the sun blinds off the whitewashed walls
Unbelieving she looks up from the unswept floor
You don't have to go you don't have to tell me
All that talk of lofty causes wrapped in foolish pride

That's a lie
That you don't have to tell me

I don't wanna hear how wisdom walks beside you
Or how God is inside you again
No wire marks the border, no fence or wall
No town breaks this horizon nothing at all

Dust surrounds her the men go hungry
For disaster all they leave behind are
The old and useless and the broken that never will be mended
I don't wanna hear you're captured by the madness
Of ideas long discredited from other people's minds

They're all lies
That you don't have to tell me

All that comes of this is poverty and hardship
Still you don't absorb a word I say
But now there is a border a line of blood
Now men patrol the border but they're dead

Somewhere a bird is flying, somewhere the wind is sighing
I hope it brings you comfort 'cos it's surely no good to me
This wind blows me down and cuts me like a knife

And now the darkness and coldness that freezes out illusion
Restores the picture gives back the pieces
And lays them on the empty floor
I don't want to hear so you don't have to tell me
How you rewrite history a little every day

Till it's lies
That you don't have to tell me

I don't want to hear how good it really has been
How wonderful the troubles we shared
I don't want to hear so you don't have to tell me
I don't need your comfort I just need your company