Whistle Clock Lyrics - Assembly Of Dust

Laughing bright eyed in the grass 

I smelled your scent as your body passed 

dreading Monday at Sunday noon 

you''ll be returning here none too soon 

The touch of a supple woman 

The love of a dog 

soaking in simple pleasures 

Like a crack in the fog 

I saw pressure come pouring out 

I cut you open and let it out 

Then comes the piston stroke again 

compressing muscle like oxygen 

The purr of a perfect lover 

The curve of a song 

soaking in simple pleasure 

like a crack in the fog 

You may serve them roses 

you may serve their delight 

but when the working day closes 

I sing you sweetly goodnight 

You duck your head when the Banchee screams 

and pray for days shorter than they seem 

then comes the whistle clock again 

you wanna leave but your legs can''t bend 

Still serving roses 

serving roses and red