Dark Room — текст песни (Sarah Slean)

The town is crouching
A field of windmills waits, their stupid heads turning
Stirring the night`s bath

Bundles of vapour hang over the factories
Whose lights blink and loll like sleepy eyelids
The moth in the lighthouse breathes with its prehistoric parts
I feel the night snicker.

It was here,
Tangled among the litter and old Valentines
I found my coma leaking
A branch punched a hole
In the quiet that was keeping me
and
Suddenly
All the sleep fell out

Rolling over the hills in a dark warm wave
Voices of the orphan choirs threaten to overwhelm
Speeding through the skeletons of trees
Pulling their bodies bent

The wind`s terrible symphony tore out my longing by the toes
My ears were emptied and renamed
The balm slid off like a bubble of oil and
Died pitifully under the choirmaster`s heel
I was gutted and clinging on like a dish rag ---

But so on fire with believing
That when the storm introduced itself
I put my finger in its mouth