Magpie Bites - Tunng

The voices in your head have borrowed songs in from the night

The bullets in your head have lodged discretely out of sight

The broken sticks have found their way into your covered eye

The rabbits throat is open underneath the swollen sky

The serried ranks of bitter men have turned into the wind

The great machines are on their way the ships are rolling in The ravens stand together deep in conversation and

A million tiny points of light surround you in the sinking sand

Sattelites grow weary and begin to dream aloud

Dark machines see clearly for the first time up to now

Just like magpies we collect a little bit of each

And head towards the place that’s always slightly out of reach

Air in a softer key

Ahh, softest bite

Oh, don’t you mind?

Your breath is to tell

You’re breathless

You’re breathless

Your breath is to tell

All soft is fine

Your breath is fine

All soft and just.

All skies slip into eternity

Subtle lights grow weary and begin to dream aloud

Dark machines see clearly for the first time up to now

Just like magpies we collect a little bit of each

And head towards the place that’s always slightly out of reach