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 gray 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