Lyrics

Darlin?
Swollen dreams stretch the ceiling
Ball of music in tan skin and gold miners dancing
Look out they?re coming through with their glass-scratching fish-hooks?
Cold rusty gleam

If they
Pop this cockloft top off us
Drifting in, sifting out, clogging, unclogging quivering
Quivering
Pick one, we?re going up through a hole in the ceiling
So dust off your wings

Let?s fly to the summer wind that made them all give to all their hopeless whims
We?ll start again

If they
Try and drag us back down there
With their spear-guns and fish-claws and chrome-plated pictures
Picturing
Look out they?re watching you with their sin-chasing eyeballs
Bobbing about