Nightwatchmen Lyrics - Bloodless Coup - Bell X1

To the girl among nightwatchmen 

My other, my joy with your oil-drum fire 

You were my gentle unfolding 

The wool and the dye, the needle and eye 

These songs you sing as you waltz her up the stairs 

And the boy smiles at the wheels of the chair 

We are loved for these things that pass us by 

All we're good for 

As the sand flows into the hourglass 

You hold every grain that it might remain 

Part of me wants to see you crumble 

Like those toys on a plinth 

Pool of alabaster limbs into my arms 

So that I might have my place 

Although the crutch may just serve 

To dull the only blade 

That you brought to this fight 

Let's go another round 

Let's go another round 

To the girl among nightwatchmen 

The long fingers of morning 

Will take you by the hand 

Precious stones, they're all spoken for 

You've chosen the tunes 

Everything is just so, is just so 

And now birdsong, ice clinking in the sun 

Drip feed of gentle talk and pleasantries 

And I wait for a gap in the traffic 

To tell her I'll always hold you close 

It's all I'm good for