Anchorage
Scales of an angel
Wings of a snake
Gonna hear you in the future
With the racket that you make
Memory of a screen
Heart of the flame
Talking in a lark's tongue
And more of the same
Green ice is on the melt
Just the way the dead have felt
Nothing like the way my name is spelt
But I belt it out anyway
Darkness returning
My torch keeps on burning for you
In the life you keep on spurning
Everything is hurting me
Mouth of a river
The fingers of a flute
The trees get used for rifles
Growing lovely shoots
Around the captain's table
The silent diners slept
In the white of morning
The distance slowly crept
And the ice in my glass
And the hit of the past
And the great icy blast
I pass it on to you
Darkness returning
My torch keeps on burning for you
In the life you keep on spurning
Everything is hurting me
'thing is hurting me
Words of a mute
The passion of a rock
Waking early on an Easter Sunday
Just before the cock
The motion of a statue
The honour of a rat
The street was almost empty
But then you saw to that
And the ice in the box
Falling off the shelf in blocks
Down at the docks
Well I was shocked not to be discovered
Darkness returning
My torch keeps on burning for you
In the life you keep on spurning
Everything is hurting me
Strength of a lamb
Shape of a cloud
The eyes of the star
Cruelty of a crowd
This afternoon is crushing down
The bars are all closed today lady
Middle of town is a long way down
I'd hate to see you break your crown
And the ice in my drink
My drink in your lap
Just a process in a trap
I'll slap it out of you
Slap it out of you
Music of the snow
Template of a flake
Nature you don't know
A nice delicious ache
The conscience of a fox
Love about the size of a shoe box
The school of hard knocks
They box it out of me
And the ice in my throat
A message in the note
Just like a sinking boat
You coat yourself with sympathy
Darkness returning
My torch keeps on burning for you
In the life you keep on spurning
Everything is hurting me
'thing is hurting me
