Track Six - Scott Walker

Say it got late on that one

That life-giver one

Hanging weightless from the wound

In a half-light

Taken up I could hold him

When all falls away

Prayed into each other

You stood in the air

And the ceilings are rising and falling

The ceilings are shining and slow

Peeling tongues from the ice hums

And letting it go

And the ceilings are rising and falling

The ceilings are shining and slow

Peeling tongues from the ice hums

And letting it go