The Horse's Ha - Hidey Hole lyrics

Control your happenstance, or would you now prefer To make your getaway along the Edens spur? You're roten fruit still hanging from the tree But the ground might rise to meet you in the morning To seize is not enough, and you would gladly pay the hands of stranglers to choke this coming day Shed cod tears with the mourners at its wake Then rest content and weary in the evening Cold comfort, hidey hole Drink your philter and be still Old decisions, hard to earn There's nothing dearer than free will Your clan is clamoring to rend you limb from limb And chase you through the straits, though you can hardly swim Pleas arise, you're sending far and wide Your begging prayer to Neptune as you're falling