God of all things, god of small things, god of power and might
Did you really make the world in seven days and seven nights?
'Cause I don't know if you exist or if I even care
But when I lay me down to sleep, I'd like somebody there
'Cause it's hard to make sense of this all
And it gets harder with each passing day
But I believe in little things and things I cannot see
In science and the saints and all that stuff like gravity
Not that sentimental fairy tale to keep us in our place
'Cause I have seen you here when no one else is looking
A calm and silent bliss
A calm and silent bliss
All your people do these days is argue, fuss and fight
Then they fight some more and wipe the
Blood and say, "At least we know we're right"
How foolishly, how foolishly all good things come undone
How silently, how silently, and now we all are done
But it's hard to make sense of it all
And it gets harder with each passing day
But I believe in little things and things I cannot see
In science and the saints and all that stuff like gravity
Not some sentimental fairy tale to keep us in our place
'Cause I have seen you here when no one else is watching
A strange and silent bliss
A strange and silent bliss
God of all things, god of small things, god of loss and hope
God of people struggling and people who can't cope
Do you keep your blessings for the rich, the pious and their guns?
Or if you're half the man I hope, you root for everyone
You root for everyone
Oh you love to be English
And all you think it is
The queen and her guards taking tea
But the hatred and the bigotry won't go away
No blacks, no Irish, bring no dogs, the shame
Of being something other than the same
As everyone else
Well I don't want to be like you
But my skin is so pale
My manners so fine
You think I am just like you
And you're frightened to travel
Till you make the world look just the same as home
While your kids buy guns and shoot their friends and die alone
No mind, no judgment lets you take the blame
Send those bloody strangers back from where they came
Does that mean me too?
Oh my mother in her small red coat
Stepping off the boat
Doing jobs you're too damn lazy to
All this greatness gone to waste
You hide your eyes and turn your face
And nothing ever changes, no
Nothing ever changes
So keep your bulldogs, keep your flags
'Cause talk is cheap and time will drag
And nothing ever changes, no
Nothing ever changes
I will be English
And all I hope it is
These shores I will claim as my own
This broken-down Jerusalem is still my home