On the beach, we kissed And missed the news Driving down to the sea Oh, the radio streams on "The signs are real" "Well, that's prophecy in the minor clowns", I said "There's time for the Death Guard And plenty left over For the breath of the children who slip along their life" If here there is silence And then some joy You're half-way on the way To the half-signs that loll By the side of your head Check the script too That sleeps by that head On the bed is oil and water Just clouds at teatime Well... anyway If under a city Is trouble or stroke If over the city, torment and sing Move back dark chains Block mask and night-light Hide your candle from the police And all arrives and strike faces like queen And all arise and strike faces like king Within that city set upon a hill I am not me anymore, not I at all And if a comet eats her tails And the words stream ceaseless around Sounds smoke in meaning Sparks as signs and stars In this book, I see that A castle or Moloch Some wicker flickers Forced murder in the lounge Whilst the houseflies crowd Silhouettes and models Blacklight flashes by To hide in the books on your shelf That you kept by yourself "Lambent Flame", though they said But all I saw were the souls of lambs But you saw lightning in your wall But you will see it's honey For the last time For the very last timeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
