Sarah Slean - Dark Room Lyrics
The town is crouchingA field of windmills waits, their stupid heads turningStirring the night's bathBundles of vapour hang over the factoriesWhose lights blink and loll like sleepy eyelidsThe moth in the lighthouse breathes with its prehistoric partsI feel the night snicker.It was here,Tangled among the litter and old ValentinesI found my coma leakingA branch punched a holeIn the quiet that was keeping meandSuddenlyAll the sleep fell outRolling over the hills in a dark warm waveVoices of the orphan choirs threaten to overwhelmSpeeding through the skeletons of treesPulling their bodies bentThe wind's terrible symphony tore out my longing by the toesMy ears were emptied and renamedThe balm slid off like a bubble of oil andDied pitifully under the choirmaster's heelI was gutted and clinging on like a dish rag ---But so on fire with believingThat when the storm introduced itselfI put my finger in its mouth
