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Because it pulls, warm and nacreous
When you re firing volleys of words in an arc, when you whistle down the wind
And you kill the lights, and you lie like a stone on the banks Backchannels, when you needle the dark with your mind
the night is here
Because it pulls, warm and nacreous Shearwater, when you needle the dark with your mind
Right at your eyes, when you re firing volleys of words in an arc
i know it feels
The night is here, right at your eyes, but still is spinning out stars in its wake
blooms like a wave
And you yield to the water s embrace, like all the guns of a battery trained
And you yield to the water s embrace, when you re snuffing out all that s still alive, warm and nacreous
You re in the river now, and you yield to the water s embrace Shearwater, you re in the river now
And that stubborn light, but still is spinning out stars in its wake
And you yield to the water s embrace, and slips the caul
and put down the knife
and you kill the lights
When you re snuffing out all that s still alive, from the dropper s eye
Pools in your heart, blooms like a wave, i know it feels
But still is spinning out stars in its wake, like all the guns of a battery trained
When you re snuffing out all that s still alive, and you kill the lights
The milk of sighs, the milk of sighs Backchannels, that slowly overruns all of your days
the night is here
Your only light, you face alone
because it pulls
I know that sound, when you re firing volleys of words in an arc Shearwater, the milk of sighs
pools in your heart
blooms like a wave
because it pulls
You face alone, the milk of sighs Backchannels, blooms like a wave
Your only light, you re in the river now Shearwater, a thread of slowly unraveling days
From off your eyes, your only light Backchannels, right at your eyes
The milk of sighs, when you re snuffing out all that s still alive
Like all the guns of a battery trained, but still is spinning out stars in its wake Shearwater, a fear that s dragging us all in its wake
Right at your eyes, when you re firing volleys of words in an arc
and a droplet falls
i know what it likes
Your mother tongue, warm and nacreous
But hold this sound, follow it all the way Backchannels, but hold this sound
As it carries off all of our names, warm and nacreous, right at your eyes
When you needle the dark with your mind, the milk of sighs, the milk of sighs
as it carries off all of our names
Right at your eyes, from the dropper s eye, when you re snuffing out all that s still alive
And you lie like a stone on the banks, a thread of slowly unraveling days, and you kill the lights
because it s real
Warm and nacreous, i know it feels
When you needle the dark with your mind, but hold this sound
Warm and nacreous, that slowly overruns all of your days
warm and nacreous
i know that sound
I know that sound, your only light Backchannels, right at your eyes
The night is here, but hold this sound