Movement - Live At The Flowerpot, Kentish Town, July 2010

Well at night I drank the cold into the room
With a ragged face sitting on a chair
And I can't catch the floor
All the days that I am nothing but the silent stare
And the timing was just right
For a tumble in your eyes
Quietly a stumble sets a fire in the sky
Yes and I'm still waiting for you movement
to slow down
Yes and I'm still waiting for your movement
to slow down

Well the race was putting on a sense of wonder that you can't be seen
There are traces of the tears
Rolling down the side of an empty stream
The water in the shadows where fallen pray to fall
Thought the light had hit the stair but it was bouncing off the wall

Yes and I'm still waiting for your movement to slow down
Yes and I'm still waiting for your movement to slow down

I don't know how it is to walk around
Forgetting how to drown out all the speed
It is so hard to catch the spot between
The feeling in your blood and what you need... what you need now
A thousand bells can start to ring
The sounds within your heart
You could spend your lifetime building something made to fall apart

But I'm still waiting for your movement to slow down
Yes and I'm still waiting for your movement to slow down
I said now, I'm still, still waiting for your movement to slow down