And Also the Trees

True or false, the life of man Beneath her dress, so soft so thin Not wicked thoughts, explains he shakes For God's sake hold the key Locks in this agony Your arms are positioned, but they are not nailed You look for the pacifist, but he went He's lo

I hear voices from another morning And in the sunlight I feel the room grow Windows, white curtained and smooth walls But the night leaves her on the floors Of a mansion hall And the feet on the floors I must get up off the floors Off the floors... o

The boy walked round the jagged rocks caught between ideals and desires He sinks into oblivion And there was silence, as he sat so still Averted face stares at the floor So this is silence So this is silence Listen... the sound of laughter The frenzy

It was late afternoon Under the wet weather swollen door Never came She pressed her knee up Underneath the wooden table As in her midriff Dread flutters like the thread of love or pain There was a bowl of fruit Shrinking on the table by a rusty spoon

The cold it penetrates so deep The leaves cry drops of ice A fire guts the land inside him He wonders what's it like To be in the sunshine with her The wet material on his face With lines of unforgetful stress A scratch in the wall by his side He wat

Rupert lies on a bed In a chamber and watches the weeds And the feather headed grasses That waver on the grey stone balcony He sees the blood-stained silk white sky Of another dawn arise But Rupert knows this crimson morn Will turn to dusk and night

Under amillion scattered stars From rippled earth that's cracked and sleeping Under the frozen static stars The headless clay woman's Shimmering body stands And the frost that locks her nakedness Melts away Through air that's crystal black ink shadow

He walked through the dew and his feet were getting wet He looked up above and saw the coming day And he said to himself as though rehearsing lines I'll go You stay away He pulled his collar up and tucked his scarf into his jacket Took out a cigarett

Balancing on the wind Leaning on the cliff edge wind, in limbo He watched sand running through the fingers Of his left hand into the palm of his right He sees someone walking in a hot dry wasteland Young, hesitant steps Recognised her crooked fring a

On the blue-green rising, falling tide Breathing in the pebbles Sighing out the salt breeze Chaff is blowing from the stubble fields Leaving the dried earth land it threads the gate Tunnel hedges Old man's beard Sticking to the wild plums Old man's b

I could be the money Scattered in the ash You could be the jewellery In the silver box In this heaven of mine Watch the candle burning Watch the candle drip In this heaven of mine 专辑:And Also the Trees 歌手:And Also the Trees 歌曲:Out of the Moving Life

Somewhere the blast furnace explodes Plumes of amber in the night sky Each explosion bounces >From horizon to horizon >From horizon... to horizon And for a while, the slow pulse boy Stood by the window And let the fire sink into his skin Again all w

Somewhere the blast furnace explodes Plumes of amber in the night sky Each explosion bounces "gt;From horizon to horizon "gt;From horizon... to horizon And for a while, the slow pulse boy Stood by the window And let the fire sink into his skin A

I see it fall, I watch it fall, I let it die No anguish just the happiness shows, on the brow Look from these hidden angles an unknown language prowls I disappear, I reappear, I cannot hide Standing in this broken view, where you surround Dripping fr

Transparent babies we walk like men Across the marshes and back again We seek a different view A world that's fresh and new We wait together at twilights pose Bodies dance forever, the cool dark pool She craves to swallow you Fill your lungs With flu