Looking In

When it was free of strangers
The world was wild then
But I was on the outside
I was on the outside

And when the gears were grinding
And the sky grew dim
I was on the outside
I was on the outside
Looking in

And when all were gathered
At the feasts of kings
I was on the outside
I was on the outside

And when the mother lay bare
In her famine skin
I was on the outside
I was on the outside
Looking in

To silver-tongued hallucinations
Sung by drunken mouths
And all its wicked revelations
Have cast me out
Cast me out
Cast me out

And when they paint with sand
In the western wind
I was on the outside
I was on the outside

And when they carved in stone
With their blood stained hands
I was on the outside
I was on the outside
Looking in

And when the wind died down
But was borne again
I was on the outside
I was on the outside

And when it held the space
Between gods and men
I was on the outside
I was on the outside
Looking in

To silver-tongued hallucinations
Sung by drunken mouths
And its wicked revelations
Have cast me out
Cast me out
Cast me out

In the ruined marshes
And in the gutted glens
I was on the outside
I was on the outside

And in the azure chapels
Where every head was bent
I was on the outside
I was on the outside
Looking in