Going Down With The Waves

Through the smoking stubble
Of the old cornfield I saw you there
Through the smoking stubble
Of the old cornfield it was so surreal
Through the smoking stubble
Like a slo'-mo' world-war movie reel
Like «Christina's World» in Dreamland
Wake me up in Dreamland
Like «Christina's World» in Dreamland
… again
Naked in my unmade bed
You are a photograph in my head
So perfect, like sacred prayer
Now, forever, always there
As my green eyed goblin sneers to me
«She'll have her pick, Dave wait you’ll see
The devil’s in the detail» — Tears begin
And I’m going down with the waves… again
No happy ever afters — not this time
But I’ll back sweet Darling Valentine
And in that dreamscape inside your head
I’ll be your Angel when I’m dead
My green eyed goblin snears at me
«She wants you Dave… just wait you’ll see»
The devil’s in the mystery as tears begin
I’m going down in the waves… again
© David Knopfler 10th Aug 2003