The Bough Bends - Tindersticks

The whole thing

Just a collection of fragments

Bustling, vying, each holding its own constituents

The overall

It’s a pragmatist view

Overall it’s going well

It’s going OK

Some good ideas badly executed

Best laid plans

These irritating wounds we need to attend to

Again and again

The ecstasy of erasure

Blank and clean

For a moment

A chance to see what we could have been

To see what we could have been

Our reflections turn away

And I want you so much my clothes hurt me

She smiled this morning

A big fantastic smile

And I was desperate for that happiness

She leaned and kissed me

And for a moment I didn’t care about the rest

The fruit is hanging

In November still (Ungiven)

Didn’t know the past then

Or how it would feel (Unyielding)

Block of resin

With a (Impregnable)

A stash of tips

At the longest view (Pregnant, missing)

Pages blackened

With a section torn (Avoided and unforgotten)

Pages blacken, yellow and brown (Unsaid, useless)

A drop of venom in the burgundy (Tissues, resist)

A nut of sadness in the stupid sea (The only way down)

It’s the only way down (It's the only way down)

It’s the only way down (It's the only crossing)

The bell bends

The foot still here (Unpeel and taste it)

I cannot offer my help (Trembling and empty)

I cannot offer my help

Distractions, distractions, distractions, distractions

When we are broken

No matter how hard we try

To arrange and fool ourselves

This unforgiveness

Like a disease

We work against its will

This space between too soon but too late

Did we miss it?

Has it arrived yet?

We aren’t sure

Unforgiveness

On a hometown morning

Calls unanswered

We arrived here naked and screaming

Only needed to be held

We only needed to be held (Sunlight)

This unforgiveness (Yellow light)

This self-destruction, self-reconstruction, sexy and alluring (See light,

light on my body)

The clawing and the crumbling, the reconstruction

The love and loathing

Of this unforgiveness (See the light)