Going Down With The Waves - David Knopfler

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