Wake of Swans - Ruby Throat

I move my head to fit the halo

I change a fuse

I sing a threadbare song

Earmarking you

Yes, the pubs are kicking out

Now the road is empty

And your son is sleeping

In my keeping

Your husband makes love to me

Refuelling midair

Last light

With a fire hose

Pitoud to the underlay of cloud

In the crease you leave behind

Pitoud to the underlay of cloud

In the crease you leave behind

Strange disabled words

For something so remote

Primitive

That I might live

Pitoud to the underlay of cloud

I move my head to fit the halo

I change a fuse

I sing a threadbare song

Earmarking you

Pitoud to the underlay of cloud

In the crease you leave behind

Pitoud to the underlay of cloud

In the crease you leave behind

The swish of wings sing, sing migration

The swish of wings sing, sing migration

The swish of wings sing, sing migration

The swish of wings sing, sing migration

The swish of wings sing, sing migration

I move my head to fit the halo

I change a fuse

I sing a threadbare song

Earmarking you

Yes, the pubs are kicking out

Now the road is empty

And your son is sleeping

In my keeping

Your husband makes love to me

Refuelling midair

Last light

With a fire hose

Strange disabled words

For something so remote

Primitive

That I might live

Pitoud to the underlay of cloud

Pitoud to the underlay of cloud