Wake Of Swans lyrics

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