Wastelands - Suede

I watch you drift away

Around the room in my dress

The jewels on your bracelets

Have seen their best

I watch the sweat form

Against your clothes

I’ve seen the look on their faces

I think they know

That the clock is ticking away

And the wind is calling us

And the pleasantries will chain us

No more

When it all is much too much

We’ll run to the wastelands

Where the snow is all there is

And words sound different

When it all is much too much

Meet me in the wastelands

Where the fear will fade away

Where the children in us play

I walk the smoky room

And stumble into you

The chattering of their voices

Says nothing new

But the clock is ticking away

And the wind is calling us

And the way you make your exits

There are no words

When it all is much too much

We’ll run to the wastelands

At the car beside the roads

And seek each other

When it feels like much too much

Meet me in the wastelands

Where the horror slowly fades

Where the children in us play

When the world is much too much

We’ll run to the wastelands

Leave footprints in the snow

'Til our ties are severed

When it all is too much to much

Meet me in the wastelands

Make a chain of flowers

Like our ties are severed

When the world is much too much

Meet me in the wastelands

At the car beside the roads

And seek each other

When the world is much too much

Meet me there in the wastelands

And the wind is on our face

And our veins are opened

When the world is much too much

Meet me in the wastelands

Make a chain of flowers

And the children in us play

The sky was steely

The countryside was bare

Twigs crackled under Mole’s feet

Mole was alone

And far from help

And night was closing in