Skin Games - Brilliant Shining

Skin Games - Brilliant Shining As sure as the sun will rise As sure as the stabbing rose withers World you may get the better of me yet But I'm a fighting man a civilised man Taught to believe in the righteous plan Wrapped in the battle for my body and soul There's that voice again Whispering the walls down Growing to a roaring In my brain Look deep and hard inside your hammering heart Look for the brilliant shining It's much brighter than the preacher's collar Look for the brilliant shining It's much finer than your pin-striped slicker It's a new old kind of bravery We could paint the skies with it With all the promises they make Sometimes I wonder just for whose sake I'm looking for much more than a kingdom of bread If I could pin them down to the giving ground Shackle and shear the lying hounds Trapped in the battle for my body and soul There's that voice again Shivering the timbers Growing to a roaring In my brain Look deep and hard inside your hammering heart Look for the brilliant shining It's much brighter than the preacher's collar Look for the brilliant shining We could paint the skies with it When I'm feeling small Weaker than a dwarfed bird No more than a pin-drop In a hurricane Comes that voice again Growing to a roaring In my brain, saying Look deep and hard inside your hammering heart Look for the brilliant shining It burns brighter than the preacher's fire Look for the brilliant shining It's much sounder than your honoured speaker It's a new old kind of bravery We could paint the skies with it It's a new old kind of bravery We could paint the skies with it