Blackfield - Blackfield Lyrics
Curling lips, fingertips, dead eye dipsI saw it all in the blackfieldSplinter cracks, summer tracks, paperbacksWe found them all in the blackfieldIn the shade, whistle blades, singing fadesIn the blackfieldShe wants to stay and talk all dayso I remark when it gets darkAll the pale things under the earthWill reverseRiver glass, cycle past, overcastI saw it all in the blackfieldCopper sky, shadows rise, bridge of sighsWe had it all in the blackfieldSkin tracks, face facts, fade to blackIn the blackfieldShe wants to stay and talk all dayso I remark when it gets darkAll the pale things under the earthWill reverse