Song | A Certain Slant Of Light |
Artist | David Sylvian |
Album | Died In The Wool |
There's a certain Slant of light, | |
Winter Afternoons – | |
That oppresses, like the Heft | |
Of Cathedral Tunes – | |
Heavenly Hurt, it gives us – | |
We can find no scar, | |
But internal difference, | |
Where the Meanings, are – | |
None may teach it – Any – | |
'Tis the Seal Despair – | |
An imperial affliction | |
Sent us of the air – | |
When it comes, the Landscape listens – | |
Shadows – hold their breath – | |
When it goes, 'tis like the Distance | |
On the look of Death – |
There' s a certain Slant of light, | |
Winter Afternoons | |
That oppresses, like the Heft | |
Of Cathedral Tunes | |
Heavenly Hurt, it gives us | |
We can find no scar, | |
But internal difference, | |
Where the Meanings, are | |
None may teach it Any | |
' Tis the Seal Despair | |
An imperial affliction | |
Sent us of the air | |
When it comes, the Landscape listens | |
Shadows hold their breath | |
When it goes, ' tis like the Distance | |
On the look of Death |