Meet me inside the oak at 5 o’clock
Let me hear you for the night
Talk about your hopes and fears
Each pint of blood they draw
Deep in these satanic mills
Makes you wonder why we go
That through our hands’ geometries link us inexplicably
Half drunk, I mean it when I declare my love for you
Bawdy jokes to see me through
We can walk in the wild wood
Darkest hearts deep beneath the twisted roots
Fears in here are soft and small
Searching for north sea oil in the grass between your toes
Monday doesn’t come round here
It’s just a job and
It’s not who I am
It’s not who you are
That is not our lot
So huddle up now
Life’s short enough now
To lose too much of it in worrying
On the way to
Run away, on the way
We break away, on the way
Our constant geometries are printed
With love and fear
We stumble in joy and with exploding hearts
On the way to where we are
I’m not much skilled with small talk
I’m not much better lying myself out on the table
Warts and all
I keep my shadows small in the eves
But you make me
Want to talk about my doubts
Like a canary after six pints of special brew
I don’t think that it’s the drink
I just like you
Honest and kind and true
Just the type I’d like to know
On the way to where we are
It’s just a job and
It’s not who I am
It’s not who you are
That is not our lot
So huddle up now
Life’s short enough now
To lose too much of it in worrying
On the way to
Run away, on the way
We break away, on the way
Our constant geometries are printed
With love and fear
We stumble in joy and with exploding hearts
On the way to where we are
Run away, on the way
We break away, on the way
Our constant geometries are printed
With love and fear
We stumble in joy and with exploding hearts
On the way to where we are
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