Life on a Film Set Yes

All the poems of my neighbours
That drift across the sand
Are just the tendrils
Of a vast
But gentle plant which they command

The headdress of a goddess
You wore the night we came
Is only one small symptom
And really not to blame

You're riding a tiger
Riding a tiger

Heaven sent the mortals
Raged upon the wall
And likewise all the missiles
Shot to make them fall
Effortlessly moving
Picture into frame

Riding a tiger
(You're) Riding a tiger
Riding a tiger

Over the beaches
Into the sky
Into the reach of some
Last goodbye