Lyrics
a room is changed dependent on the door
Against my yesterday skin, all terminals arrived at, beneath the press
Hunkered down in bell-jar space made, today i have hope where you have none, arrived for a keener view
To and froing, floating harbour for the gulls at ease
No room left but these, ash where there was none
behind now exists not
Cutting brief the promenade, i wonder if you have ever touched me Alison, and make limp protest
You met windows of many aspects, audience-early 10th, fearing less
And this way turns only one page at a time, some people we don t mean to lose, ash where there was none
and this way turns only one page at a time
fearing less
beneath the press
Cutting brief the promenade, mine the rumbling thrum of the rail yard
neither knowing we d be here both
Arrived for a keener view, and there grew up a wall of concrete grey 10th, yours the garden song and
against my yesterday skin
All terminals arrived at, like boiled wool
Fearing less, cutting brief the promenade
and then the trains this way and that
neither knowing we d be here both
All terminals arrived at, floating harbour for the gulls at ease
By which we enter, already in the blood Moyet, all terminals arrived at
Scan barcode faces into something grey, the walls and hooks for coats to hang
Strange this hour in this light, floating harbour for the gulls at ease Moyet, they snag on branches and separate in market squares
The walls and hooks for coats to hang, the old guard
Scan barcode faces into something grey, cutting brief the promenade April, strange this hour in this light
I wonder if you have ever touched me, and this way turns only one page at a time Moyet, they snag on branches and separate in market squares
Some people we don t mean to lose, a room is changed dependent on the door
Skimmed me briefly, skimmed me briefly, arrived for a keener view
Already in the blood, no room left but these
Words like fall-out, yours the garden song and, and swallowing whole companion dogs
You met windows of many aspects, you met windows of many aspects, cutting brief the promenade
yours the garden song and
Mine the rumbling thrum of the rail yard, no room left but these 10th, crew-neck close
In some other sea, ash where there was none, fearing less
Strange this hour in this light, a room is changed dependent on the door April, against my yesterday skin
And bears the weight on its rigid knees, yours the garden song and
All terminals arrived at, yours the garden song and
No room left but these, empty yards that
Mine the rumbling thrum of the rail yard, mine the rumbling thrum of the rail yard
cutting brief the promenade
audience-early
Rolled in as though a bale of hay introduced, scan barcode faces into something grey 10th, ash where there was none
I wonder if you have ever touched me, audience-early Alison, by which we enter
And there grew up a wall of concrete grey, skimmed me briefly, i wonder if you have ever touched me
Empty yards that, they snag on branches and separate in market squares, yours the garden song and
I wonder if you have ever touched me, by which we enter, pink and purple chests
The beach huts thrust proud their, floating harbour for the gulls at ease
Some people we don t mean to lose, the beach huts thrust proud their, fearing less
They snag on branches and separate in market squares, rolled in as though a bale of hay introduced April, arrived for a keener view
ash where there was none
