Bleed A River Deep - Erik Truffaz, Ed Harcourt

When the clock strikes dead on midnight

Books fly through the hall

All the lampshades turn and rotate

She walks through the wall

With hands in pockets, I search for rockets that might light up the sky

Have become more withdrawn, since I was first born

But i never know why

I see my body float like leaves

Every day I want to breathe

Rap my knuckles till they bleed

A river deep

If I had sharp claws I’d get on all fours

And scratch your back for free

But it’s been written, these nails are bitten

I know what I could be

I see my body float like leaves

Every day I want to breathe

Rap my knuckles till they bleed

A River Deep