come this autum we'll be miles away....
take my hand we'll follow the arrow-head of some sky-bourne south seaking flock.
tide-pitched down to where the white horses thunder miles out to sea.
Ivory-tipped, tremendous and vast, a voice that echoes with a primal past.
and in the lattice of bones, a voice answers......
oh, these knife-blade waves will cut my flesh:
their blustering threat simply melts to foam halts
vapours and is gone. the startling bright aggression
is just a play of the light. the stiff whipped-peaks that
volley and fly will settle a blanket at our feet. in their
weedy depths, they speak softly, murmer of some secret
tenderness. a word uttered in private, never to be
repeated. listen it is a language poignant and exact.
I can't tell you exactly how what i feel for you - the words,
inarticulate, resonate in the belly of the waves....
take my hand;
we'll mark a path amongst the pebblea and the ripe salt
pools that brim with the smell of sex. there is nothing here
to hem us in overhead the sky stretches for miles
- 专辑：My Elixir; My Poison
- 歌手：Meanwhile, Back in Communist Russia
- 歌曲：Heliotrope