Footsteps
Hidden by dark
In the shadow of sycamore leaves
The nightingale and the ivory hunters' son lay
Pale as the sigh of light on the tip
Of two endless matches
As the evening smoke clears
They cradle each others' gaze
She sings him songs
That rise like spells in the night
And he howls at the moon
When it threatens to borrow her light
She carves out confessions
On the branch of a tree by the lake
The words can't be read
She just likes the impression they make
And their footsteps go
La da da, la da da, la da da
Down the lane
Both soaked to the bone
La da da, la da da
In the December rain
They waltz in the graveyard
And laugh at the children beneath
You can tell that they're lovers
Her scars are the shape of his teeth
With delicate, shy, crimson smiles
They run wild 'til morning
Swinging from willows
Spinning like dust in the pine
And they never grow tired
For they're hidden by shade
When the dawn comes calling
And they're laid to rest
Their bodies like ivy entwined
She sings him songs
That rise like spells in the night
And he howls at the moon
When it threatens to borrow her light
She tends to the marks on his flesh
And the bark of the tree
He likes the impressions
But he never did learn how to read
And their footsteps go
La da da, la da da, la da da
Down the lane
Both soaked to the bone
La da da, la da da
In the December rain
They crawl through the graveyard
And cry for the children beneath
And you know that she's wild
His scars are the shape of her teeth
In the cool naked dawn
The nightingale solemnly sings
Of the stillness of flight
That are dreams
That is death
And the music somewhere in between
And when silence falls
The clamour of claws
Can cause you to abandon your name
And the violence of love
But that ivory glove
Will lead your hand back to the flame
Again and again
She sings him songs
That rise like spells in the night
And he howls at the moon
When it threatens to borrow her light
In her feathers and crown
She looks like some enchanted queen
You can tell they were lovers
When their eyes both glow aquamarine
In the shadow of sycamore leaves
The nightingale and the ivory hunters' son lay
Pale as the sigh of light on the tip
Of two endless matches
As the evening smoke clears
They cradle each others' gaze
She sings him songs
That rise like spells in the night
And he howls at the moon
When it threatens to borrow her light
She carves out confessions
On the branch of a tree by the lake
The words can't be read
She just likes the impression they make
And their footsteps go
La da da, la da da, la da da
Down the lane
Both soaked to the bone
La da da, la da da
In the December rain
They waltz in the graveyard
And laugh at the children beneath
You can tell that they're lovers
Her scars are the shape of his teeth
With delicate, shy, crimson smiles
They run wild 'til morning
Swinging from willows
Spinning like dust in the pine
And they never grow tired
For they're hidden by shade
When the dawn comes calling
And they're laid to rest
Their bodies like ivy entwined
She sings him songs
That rise like spells in the night
And he howls at the moon
When it threatens to borrow her light
She tends to the marks on his flesh
And the bark of the tree
He likes the impressions
But he never did learn how to read
And their footsteps go
La da da, la da da, la da da
Down the lane
Both soaked to the bone
La da da, la da da
In the December rain
They crawl through the graveyard
And cry for the children beneath
And you know that she's wild
His scars are the shape of her teeth
In the cool naked dawn
The nightingale solemnly sings
Of the stillness of flight
That are dreams
That is death
And the music somewhere in between
And when silence falls
The clamour of claws
Can cause you to abandon your name
And the violence of love
But that ivory glove
Will lead your hand back to the flame
Again and again
She sings him songs
That rise like spells in the night
And he howls at the moon
When it threatens to borrow her light
In her feathers and crown
She looks like some enchanted queen
You can tell they were lovers
When their eyes both glow aquamarine
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Michael Shannon
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