Vincent Craine Lyrics - And Also The Trees

It was late afternoon 

She sat watching never come to Vincent Crane 

Under the wet weather swollen door 

Never came 

She pressed her knee up 

Underneath the wooden table 

As in her midriff 

Dread flutters like the thread of love or pain 

There was a bowl of fruit 

Shrinking on the table by a rusty spoon 

Over the mist weary distant hills 

Never came 

Through piles of wrecked cars 

>From the stagnant pools of water 

>From the abattoir flys 

That swarm leech and crawl in Clamour Lane 

She walked towards the door 

Pushed it open and stood behind Vincent Crane 

He leaned back and locked his arms around her 

Thin awkward legs 

They watched the sunlight 

Slide in cold squares across the walls