This is my sacred place
A little square of earth
And I’ve staked my claim with a stone in my hand
It’s my home and I’ll guard it till I drop down
Is it all just fighting talk?
You lose a little ground then you make it up?
On the roads where I’ve walked,
My home is just a place where I fall
And I know the lie of the land
The dirt and the sand
I understand
I have seen the violent soul
The heart of us all
The eye of the storm
It’s inarticulate
I can feel it rising up again
No face and no form
I can see it when the curtains are drawn
These days I can’t shut it down
I close my eyes and they’re all around
In packs and in gangs
In armies of invisible men
And I know the lie of the land
The dirt and the sand
I understand
I have seen the violent soul
The heart of us all
The eye of the storm
This is a song about why people fight. I wrote it on the platform at London Bridge station. I vividly remember coming up with the tune for the chorus as I hopped onto the train.
