The Moon is low tonight
Over the island the ghosts arise
To question all that's come after
The tide pulls back
Leaves more than a trace
The richness, the richness that sings in the veins
A poverty of thought, it drives the rain
Washing the truth away
Till every idea weighs the same
The fool and the genius
The saint and the crook
Both to blame
The fool and the genius
The saint and the crook
When every idea weighs the same
We lose the game

The Sun is high today
Over the island the people come
To wonder at all that came before
And though it's day
We're hardly awake
The richness, the richness that sings in the veins
A poverty of thought, it drives the rain
Washing the truth away
Till every idea weighs the same
The fool and the genius
The saint and the crook
Both to blame
The fool and the genius
The saint and the crook
When every idea weighs the same
We lose the game
The difference is easily missed
Among the clicks
The difference is easily missed

The rain it falls tonight
Over the island the seagulls rise
Reclaiming the sky at evening time
More creatures will come
And take it all home!
The richness, the richness that sings in the veins
A poverty of thought, it drives the rain
Washing the truth away
Till every idea weighs the same
The fool and the genius
The saint and the crook
Both to blame
The fool and the genius
The saint and the crook
When every idea weighs the same
We lose the game
The difference is easily missed
The difference is easily missed
Among the clicks