These Drinkers Lyrics - Kitchens Of Distinction

Nothing's untainted not even Pooh Bear). 

Switch off the noises with the drunks. 

Pull around the fire until there's burnt hands 

And the moon is the fattest and the fullest, 

And it's a god with ideas of mirth. 

Oh switch off the sun with these painful eyes. 

The sight of anything is too much to do. 

Turn to the wall to wet your feet 

Blinded deaf and happy at least. 

Turn off the noises of incessant voices 

That tell this and lie about whatever. 

The only weapon is a beautiful fresh bottle 

With memory collapsing under its tidal waves. 

The stars are vibrating signs 

Advertising names and faces and places of monsters. 

Unplugging the lot because there's not enough dark 

In which to hide not even to sleep, 

Not even to sleep with these drinkers. 

The bright pain of nightmare 

And the loss of all reason 

Brings no such releases. 

Nowhere to climb anymore.