There’s a second wind coming As we lie here in our bed It rattles the bones of our fathers Carries whispers from the dead,
And you, you light a candle. And I make sure the bairns are fed.
You turn the telly on To drown out your fear And make the bed up silent on the floor So no-one will hear us You try so loud to love me But I cannot seem to hear.
Cos you, you touch My skin peels off like paint But beneath all of our panting There’s this noise I cannot shake
(Cos you you touch my pain All our panting shame)
Can’t you hear that scratching? There’s something at the door.
But the wind has picked us up now We’re hanging in the air And as you grip me like an animal That you’re about to spear
‘Be good to me,’ I whisper. And you say ‘what’. And I said ‘nothing dear.’
Can’t you hear it? It can hear you It wants me to
(Throw the plate at the wall)
I’m the paper cut that kills you I’m the priest that you ignored I’m the touch you crave, I’m the plans that you made, but fuck all your plans I’m bored
And can’t you hear that scratching? I ask your eyes
I’ve got knuckle burn from typing all these lines into your chest And as the belt from your buckle is tightening I make shipwrecks out of my dress And the door below it splinters And the creature creeps inside
And we fall into each other The scratching grows so loud Because that unwanted animal Wants nothing more than to get out And I scream
‘Oh What’s the time Mr Wolf?’ But you, you’re blind, you bleat, you bear your claws
And you rip my ribcage open And devour what’s truly yours And our screaming joins in unison I cry out to the lord
Cos if we join our hands in prayer enough To God I imagine it all starts to sound like applause.
Can’t you hear it? It can hear you. It wants you to….
And those plates they smash like waves (Place your hand in mine) And on the wind it howls (How long can this last?) But that second wind is coming love, it’s coming for all we own And on the creature scratches, it doesn’t know how to get out (let me out) And you, you follow philosophies But me, I laugh I choke ‘Well hello, my hollow Holofernes’ I wink but you don’t get the joke ‘Hold the hand of the god - child’ they said ‘As he falls from the sky' Be good to me I beg of him Be good to me I beg of him Be good be good be good be good be good be good be good And he replies…
‘No, no, not I.’Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
