Softly moses

Softly Moses speaks
Quietly to sleep
Easter Sunday never tasted so bitter

Lonely in the dark
Images creep past
Bright pink
Purple, blue
Green and black

Despair, oh holy day
We cross down sorrow's way
Weep, weep
We are the slaves on Easter Sunday

Oh I wish that I could die for thee
On a technicolour calvary
Egypt would be ours
Ten thousand years of peace

Where happiness would lie
Madness bids me, say not all that
rises is of God

For shame and guilt
All owe it to me
Administer it like a pill
Father heals none
One Easter Sunday

Sister, brother, sister
Fall on to your knees
the blush of the flower tastes of false gods and trickery
Mercy, mercy my son you belong to me
Oh moses, save my empty, my empty soul

And i wish that i could die for thee
On a technicolor calvary
Egypt would be ours
Ten thousand years of peace

Softly, Moses, speak
Quiet me to sleep
Easter sunday never tasted so bitter