TRACK SIX
(Scott Walker)
Say it got late
on that one.
That life-giver one.
Hanging weightless from the wound
in a half-light.
Taken up I could hold him
when all falls away.
Prayed into each other
you stood in the air
and the ceiling are rising
and falling.
The ceiling are shining
and slow
peeling tongues from the ice hums
and letting it go.
and the ceiling are rising
and falling.
The ceiling are shining
and slow
peeling tongues from the ice hums
and letting it go.