Track Five - Scott Walker

It’s a starving reflection if he dies in the night

Listening to the increase

It cuts out your likeness in blood circulations

Suspended beneath a release

A low volume force feed lower than pity

Slips across under the heart

And your hostage rewinding from every eclipse

Rolls in the voltage, run-off rain on his lips

We chew up the blackness to some high sleep

Travel a faster silence

One to go long again

In the going, gone again

Full stare passages striking less face;

Outside on the move a shattered heart pace

Greases the fade;

sinking the blood back

Breaking to where loaded icons wade

Eyesides catch far awake

In a cols sanctuary

Pain sonics eternities

All through themoves

A first communication

Tears loose undelivered

And swims unassigned

In your dimmed latitudes

And the heat from the shore

Melts down to recieve us;

Floodlit foreheads

Howled open and so nearly blessed

As they soften round dog-joys

Of unfinished strangers

Rubbed out on a point

Afterburning