Wake of Swans
I move my head to fit the halo
I change a fuse
I sing a threadbare song
Earmarking you
Yes, the pubs are kicking out
Now the road is empty
And your son is sleeping
In my keeping
Your husband makes love to me
Refuelling midair
Last light
With a fire hose
Pitoud to the underlay of cloud
In the crease you leave behind
Pitoud to the underlay of cloud
In the crease you leave behind
Strange disabled words
For something so remote
Primitive
That I might live
Pitoud to the underlay of cloud
I move my head to fit the halo
I change a fuse
I sing a threadbare song
Earmarking you
Pitoud to the underlay of cloud
In the crease you leave behind
Pitoud to the underlay of cloud
In the crease you leave behind
The swish of wings sing, sing migration
The swish of wings sing, sing migration
The swish of wings sing, sing migration
The swish of wings sing, sing migration
The swish of wings sing, sing migration
I move my head to fit the halo
I change a fuse
I sing a threadbare song
Earmarking you
Yes, the pubs are kicking out
Now the road is empty
And your son is sleeping
In my keeping
Your husband makes love to me
Refuelling midair
Last light
With a fire hose
Strange disabled words
For something so remote
Primitive
That I might live
Pitoud to the underlay of cloud
Pitoud to the underlay of cloud
I change a fuse
I sing a threadbare song
Earmarking you
Yes, the pubs are kicking out
Now the road is empty
And your son is sleeping
In my keeping
Your husband makes love to me
Refuelling midair
Last light
With a fire hose
Pitoud to the underlay of cloud
In the crease you leave behind
Pitoud to the underlay of cloud
In the crease you leave behind
Strange disabled words
For something so remote
Primitive
That I might live
Pitoud to the underlay of cloud
I move my head to fit the halo
I change a fuse
I sing a threadbare song
Earmarking you
Pitoud to the underlay of cloud
In the crease you leave behind
Pitoud to the underlay of cloud
In the crease you leave behind
The swish of wings sing, sing migration
The swish of wings sing, sing migration
The swish of wings sing, sing migration
The swish of wings sing, sing migration
The swish of wings sing, sing migration
I move my head to fit the halo
I change a fuse
I sing a threadbare song
Earmarking you
Yes, the pubs are kicking out
Now the road is empty
And your son is sleeping
In my keeping
Your husband makes love to me
Refuelling midair
Last light
With a fire hose
Strange disabled words
For something so remote
Primitive
That I might live
Pitoud to the underlay of cloud
Pitoud to the underlay of cloud
Credits
Writer(s): Katrina Jane Garside, Chris Whittingham
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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