Wake Of Swans

I move my head to fit the halo
I change a fuse
I sing a threadbare song
Earmarking you

Yes, the pubs are kicking out
Now the road is empty
And your son is sleeping
In my keeping

Your husband makes love to me
Refuelling midair
Last light
With a fire hose

Pitoud to the underlay of cloud
In the crease you leave behind
Pitoud to the underlay of cloud
In the crease you leave behind

Strange disabled words
For something so remote
Primitive
That I might live

Pitoud to the underlay of cloud

I move my head to fit the halo
I change a fuse
I sing a threadbare song
Earmarking you

Pitoud to the underlay of cloud
In the crease you leave behind
Pitoud to the underlay of cloud
In the crease you leave behind

The swish of wings sing, sing migration
The swish of wings sing, sing migration
The swish of wings sing, sing migration
The swish of wings sing, sing migration
The swish of wings sing, sing migration

I move my head to fit the halo
I change a fuse
I sing a threadbare song
Earmarking you

Yes, the pubs are kicking out
Now the road is empty
And your son is sleeping
In my keeping

Your husband makes love to me
Refuelling midair
Last light
With a fire hose

Strange disabled words
For something so remote
Primitive
That I might live

Pitoud to the underlay of cloud
Pitoud to the underlay of cloud