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Lo and behold your mother is drinking again.
This might be the coldest winter since records began.
You were a low moon, steady with wintry calm.
Leading the children softly across the farm.

Each morning you'd march your sisters like soldiers to school.
Cuz lo and behold your father had drunk all the fuel.
You were a low moon, steady with wintry calm.

Like a seed in the earth waiting with bated breath is how I'm down and out
All the months in the north that don't get light at all, lonely all year round
How did I fall so far from the family tree?
And why did you follow when you saw what happened to me?

Lover, your mother
Will worry half to death at day break

started with the man
who turned an inexpensive room into st peters
there’s a parabolic story but it’s boring
and it ends how you’d expect
forever dressing down
i’m like a stranger
hanging round outside the kingdom hall

Like faithful oxen through the chalk,
With dragging tails of history walk.
Soon confuse the compass and the cross.
Carefully and cursively we fill our travelling diaries with loss.

Beneath an angry Bible flood,
Did you and I first learn to love.
In my father's car we came to know.

Night descended
Like a blanket on a house,
Where i miss you, like a limb,
I close the curtains, shun the working and i,
Put your record on,
I put your record on

Oooh-oooh etc.

I waited by your bedside,
And didn't close my eyes all night.
I named you like a prayer.

It's anybody's guess how,
The angel of doubt came down,
And crept into your bed.

I used to be a king alone
Like Solomon or Rehoboam
And in this, a corvée day
Did jealous keep my picture frames
And everything did oxidate in place

But then it came a single sound
With astral nights and calcite

There were eyes on us,
Parents advising us.
Oh, we pretended
Not to hear.

Take your time on us,
Ripen the vine on us.
Oh but you whisper

I'm burning like an effigy in here:
The summer's come to haunt me.
And I know I'm not the sacrificial deer,
But I wish you could've warned me

Of the Phrygian Lion,
With his excellent eyesight,
At the gate of our love.

I knelt at the sink,
Like a priest or a prince
Maybe I'm to be a king
And they're waiting for me at Westminster

And the walls are paper thin
I hear the neighbor's arguing
Could you lower your voice?