The Moon is low tonight Over the island the ghosts arise To question all that's come after The tide pulls back Leaves more than a trace The richness, the richness that sings in the veins A poverty of thought, it drives the rain Washing the truth away Till every idea weighs the same The fool and the genius The saint and the crook Both to blame The fool and the genius The saint and the crook When every idea weighs the same We lose the game The Sun is high today Over the island the people come To wonder at all that came before And though it's day We're hardly awake The richness, the richness that sings in the veins A poverty of thought, it drives the rain Washing the truth away Till every idea weighs the same The fool and the genius The saint and the crook Both to blame The fool and the genius The saint and the crook When every idea weighs the same We lose the game The difference is easily missed Among the clicks The difference is easily missed The rain it falls tonight Over the island the seagulls rise Reclaiming the sky at evening time More creatures will come And take it all home! The richness, the richness that sings in the veins A poverty of thought, it drives the rain Washing the truth away Till every idea weighs the same The fool and the genius The saint and the crook Both to blame The fool and the genius The saint and the crook When every idea weighs the same We lose the game The difference is easily missed The difference is easily missed Among the clicks