Secret Police

There is not a distance No room well hidden To counter the offense The cars at night; the breath of the lens And in the home there sits the water That I provide for my wife and daughter So who am I to run through mute terrain As they drag me out and throw soil on my name And we are rustic and detained Blackening the mirrors Estranged from youth, the wind is amplified Jutting out at the heroes To sleep At length with peace Looking out For the secret police And the moon was a spy for them at night to see you with