You fell from the sky. Crash landed in a field. Near the river Adur. Flowers spring from the ground. Lambs burst from the wombs of their mothers. In a hole beneath the bridge.
Mostly I never knew which way was out. Once it was on, it was on and that was that. The umbilicus was a force that they'd found in rabid blood. Then I spin on my wheel like a laboratory rat.
All the fine winds gone. And this sweet world is so much older. Animals pull the night around their shoulders. Flowers fall to their naked knees. Here I come now, here I come.
Let us go now, my one true love. Call the gasman, cut the power out. We can set out, we can set out for the distant skies. Watch the sun. Watch it rising in your eyes.
Sunday morning, skeleton tree. Oh, nothing is for free. In the window, a candle. Well, maybe you can see. Fallen leaves thrown across the sky. A jittery TV.
When you're feeling like a lover. Nothing really matters anymore. I saw you standing there in the supermarket. With your red dressing falling. And your eyes are to the ground.
Upside down and inside out [?]. You're like a funnel-web. Like a black fly on the ceiling. Skinny, white haunches high in the sky. And a black oily gash crawling backwards across the carpet to smash all over everything.
Sunday morning, skeleton tree. Oh, nothing is for free. In the window, a candle. Well, maybe you can see. Fallen leaves thrown across the sky. A jittery TV.
Upside down and inside out and on all eights. You're like a funnel-web. Like a black fly on the ceiling. Skinny, white haunches high in the sky. And a black oily gash crawling backwards across the carpet to smash all over everything.
You fell from the sky. Crash landed in a field. Near the river Adur. Flowers spring from the ground. Lambs burst from the wombs of their mothers. In a hole beneath the bridge.
Mostly I never knew which way was out. Once it was on, it was on and that was that. The umbilicus was a force that they'd found in rabid blood. Then I spin on my wheel like a laboratory rat.
Let us go now, my one true love. Call the gasman, cut the power out. We can set out, we can set out for the distant skies. Watch the sun, watch it rising in your eyes.
When you're feeling like a lover. Nothing really matters anymore. I saw you standing there in the supermarket. With your red dressing falling and your eyes are to the ground.
All the fine winds gone. And this sweet world is so much older. Animals pull the night around their shoulders. Flowers fall to their naked knees. Here I come now, here I come.