Moroccan Mountains (Electric Trim Live at Rough Trade East)

I was filming against the light
When the landscape drop down and we fell
into the crack between window and the world
For twenty years or more we had our
screwdrivers out trying to disassemble the panels
Trying to find a way back to the mountains
But nothing worked
We try prime the door with a bow made from
the branch of a fig tree but nothing worked
The train conductor kept repeating
This is the last stop

It's time to tell you what to do
It's time to tell you what i'm looking for

It's right back in your home
You gonna take it down, down on the town again
When you stand there all alone
They gonna run you out, out of the room again
And take you home

They're right certainty of this particular moment

I'll take you down and play
Before they run you out, out of the town again
They'll say right this way sir
You only get so much of this love
Before it takes you down again

And you will and you won't
You say you do but then you don't
The marks of times stay in your face
Try to find your state of grace

Yep

Don't you try to tell me what to do?
I've faded into a dream i've made of you
Late at night we'll sit alone
Promise is made to lay can point the way back home

So you will and you won't
You say you do then again don't
The marks of times stay in your face
As you fall, fall from grace
You can't hate what you like
As you pull of to the sight
Your eyes have left me behind
You always felt so far out of time
You can run in life
You can hide
But someday you'll thrown out of that sight

I see you down town with all the people that we met
Everytime I hear your voice and the words that you've said
I'm not gone to lie to you but imma break your nose
Everyone you've loved will try out all of your close