Pulling Punches - David Sylvian

If heaven watches over me

Sowing seeds back in the soil

With eyes that see, hands that feel

Why am I the last to know

Sheltered lives spent partially breathing

Are gathered together under new religion

Pulling punches, moving, sleeping on our feet

Pulling punches, I needed someone to comfort me

Raised in summer days of splendour

Who would’ve dreamed of love never ending?

A better world lies in front of me

A sketch of life in the books I read

Then as I walk where heaven leads

Why am I the last to know?

Simple lives spent partially breathing

Are gathered together under new religion

Pulling punches, moving, sleeping on our feet

Pulling punches, I needed someone to comfort me

Raised in summer days of splendour

Who would’ve dreamed of love never ending?

Nature feeds this nausea

Deep inside the heart of me