Song | Track Five |
Artist | Scott Walker |
Album | Five Easy Pieces |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
It's a starving reflection | |
if he dies in the night | |
listening to the increase. | |
It cuts out your likeness | |
in blood circulations | |
suspended beneath a release. | |
A low volume force feed | |
lower than pity | |
slips across under the heart | |
and your hostage rewinding | |
from every eclipse | |
rolls in the voltage | |
run-off rain on his lips. | |
We chew up the blackness | |
to some high sleep | |
travel a faster silence. | |
One to go long again | |
in the going – | |
– gone again. | |
Full stare passages | |
striking less face; | |
outside on the move | |
a shattered heart pace | |
greases the fade; | |
sinking the blood back | |
breaking to where loaded icons wade. | |
Eyesides catch far awake | |
in a cols sanctuary. | |
Pain sonics eternities | |
all through themoves. | |
A first communication | |
tears loose undelivered | |
and swims unassigned | |
in your dimmed latitudes. | |
And the heat from the shore | |
melts down to recieve us; | |
floodlit foreheads | |
howled open and so nearly blessed | |
as they soften round dog-joys | |
of unfinished strangers | |
rubbed out on a point | |
afterburning |
It' s a starving reflection | |
if he dies in the night | |
listening to the increase. | |
It cuts out your likeness | |
in blood circulations | |
suspended beneath a release. | |
A low volume force feed | |
lower than pity | |
slips across under the heart | |
and your hostage rewinding | |
from every eclipse | |
rolls in the voltage | |
runoff rain on his lips. | |
We chew up the blackness | |
to some high sleep | |
travel a faster silence. | |
One to go long again | |
in the going | |
gone again. | |
Full stare passages | |
striking less face | |
outside on the move | |
a shattered heart pace | |
greases the fade | |
sinking the blood back | |
breaking to where loaded icons wade. | |
Eyesides catch far awake | |
in a cols sanctuary. | |
Pain sonics eternities | |
all through themoves. | |
A first communication | |
tears loose undelivered | |
and swims unassigned | |
in your dimmed latitudes. | |
And the heat from the shore | |
melts down to recieve us | |
floodlit foreheads | |
howled open and so nearly blessed | |
as they soften round dogjoys | |
of unfinished strangers | |
rubbed out on a point | |
afterburning |
It' s a starving reflection | |
if he dies in the night | |
listening to the increase. | |
It cuts out your likeness | |
in blood circulations | |
suspended beneath a release. | |
A low volume force feed | |
lower than pity | |
slips across under the heart | |
and your hostage rewinding | |
from every eclipse | |
rolls in the voltage | |
runoff rain on his lips. | |
We chew up the blackness | |
to some high sleep | |
travel a faster silence. | |
One to go long again | |
in the going | |
gone again. | |
Full stare passages | |
striking less face | |
outside on the move | |
a shattered heart pace | |
greases the fade | |
sinking the blood back | |
breaking to where loaded icons wade. | |
Eyesides catch far awake | |
in a cols sanctuary. | |
Pain sonics eternities | |
all through themoves. | |
A first communication | |
tears loose undelivered | |
and swims unassigned | |
in your dimmed latitudes. | |
And the heat from the shore | |
melts down to recieve us | |
floodlit foreheads | |
howled open and so nearly blessed | |
as they soften round dogjoys | |
of unfinished strangers | |
rubbed out on a point | |
afterburning |