Machine Starts To Sing

They meet in the walls, can hear them without listening

The thieves in their houses, in bed with their wives

The fires are burning, draught from the cold

Turning and whispering until we are old

Sleep fucking, sleep fighting

The machine starts to sing

La-la love you forever

Hopelessly devoted to you

If you lie very still

It won't happen to you

If you lie very still it won't happen to you

I'm still afraid of spiders legs

The way they move, the way they bend

And you still here protecting me

The cover of those great wide trees

Still everything in black and white

Nothing ever feeling quite right

They measure wicks and speak in threes

I wait for you, come home to me

But you won't move and you don't see

Searching but with no relief

The shadows of the birds

As they fly above me

If you lie very still

It won't happen to you

If you lie very still

It won't happen to you

Now everything in monochrome

Cold and grey and made of stone

He sits up on his precious hill

To be alone and take it in

Well lucky girl, you found a place

Where you can breathe and heal that ache

But every night the lights go out

You wake up sticking to a cloud

And when you reach it try to sing

You dream that he comes home again

But he won't come and you won't breathe

There's nothing you can do to keep it in