The Critical Distance (w: S H Jones) Lyrics - Singles - And Also The Trees

Never beginning, never ending days 

Days when the ceiling is so low 

I cannot stand 

And the blunted knife presses into me 

Melting in the airless heat 

The walls close into me 

Nudging me this way and that 

>From one to another 

Like nervous thunder 

Thudding in my head a heart 

Is beating out the boredom 

Nudging me this way and that 

>From one to another 

Like nervous thunder 

Until I fall to claustrophobic sleep 

And the ever-watching walls lean over me 

But when I wake I feel alone 

There is nothing but a vast blank floor 

And although the walls are watching 

I can never reach them 

No matter how far I walk 

I can never reach them 

And the knife begins to shine 

Hisses in my hand 

Slices through the always blank distance 

So I can see my hooded girl 

Swipes through the whitewash nothing 

That shrouds my hooded girl 

She walks to me across the furrowed fields 

I see a human headed fish revolving in her belly 

And the knife it sparkles 

Like the piercing yellow mirror sea 

And slashes open dead sailors clouded memories 

Spills their seaweed dreams over me 

Spill their seaweed dreams over me 

Spill their seaweed dreams over me 

Spill their seaweed dreams... over me 

As I lie on the coral 

Amongst the driftwood 

And the ever watching walls lean over me