Departure Lyrics - Swing The Heartache- Bbc Sessions (live) - Bauhaus

He was in his room, half awake, half asleep 

The walls of the room seem to alter angles 

Elongating and shrinking alternately 

Then twisting around completely so that 

He was on the opposite side of the room 

A trick of the light and too much caffeine, he thought 

Then came a knock on the door 

And this sound was the same dark brown tone 

As the wood of which the door was made 

At first he thought he'd imagined it 

Because it would not have been out of place 

With the other strange hallucinatory events of that night 

But then it came again, only heavier this time 

With a sense of real urgency, so pulling himself up 

And stepping through pools of moonlight and shadow 

He made his bleary way across the room towards the door 

And slowly, apprehensively, raised the latch 

The latch became a fingertip, touching his own 

Energy sapping as a new form, transversing the edge of his emotions 

His power became his agony, his power knew no bounds 

Whereas before, his peace have withstood it's vastness 

His prerogative became an endless force of the all impossible 

His final soul is flying with the contempt only 

Even the legendary glance backward deep with 

Eternity's stone in peace or save is already destroyed again 

You cannot share, the temperature is rising 

Ghost and monkeys make a choice 

This 

This 

He tried to will himself back to bed 

He wanted desperately to feel the reassuring 

Crisp, white sheets once taken for granted 

To be back home, safe as houses 

An' protected by walls covered in familiar patterns 

But even wallpaper had become sinister to him 

He remembered staring into the paisley print 

And seeing a repetition of skulls 

At night he would listen to the click of heels on concrete outside 

And try to imagine the facial features of the unseen figure 

He would always see his own face 

And another realization of this prophecy rang terrible and true 

For at this moment, it was indeed, his own feet that filled the shoes 

Shoes that no man would want to wear 

Into the hills then 

Into the hills then to search for another searcher's closely held goals 

Into the wild forest under the billowing leafs 

Under the dreadful birds, the singing soil 

The decrepit babies, the unhappy new loves 

The preaching alphabetics, the long lost lovers 

Never to their sons safely the mothers 

In fact, all the guilty clouds that he will move into a playground 

A sense of moonlight and shadow 

All the stars touch to the cold molten sunflower, fly to his middle eye 

The wallpaper had become sinister to him 

Alas, white cold 

Alas, rainbow's middle infinity's destination 

Another realization of this prophecy 

All life's drums drink from bottles and visions blinded