Peace & Quiet
After the red ants, the black-outCome peace and quietThose little foot-printsFleshed out calm in my mind
I lay like a compass,Digits accusing the sunriseRain-drops abseil the windowAnd flinch through the hurt cries
I feel this great pressure coming down on meAnd the tide of my bliss pulling at your sympathyI feel this great pressure coming down on me,When my nerve is on the high wireMy bliss pulling at your sympathy
After the hunt and the sweatNow come peace and quietYour head on my heartAnchored the storm in my eyes
I lay like a carcassYour lips never letting the blood dryAnd so I pray for tomorrowAnd wait listening out for a reply
I feel this great pressure coming down on meAnd the tide of my bliss pulling at your sympathyI feel this great pressure coming down on me,When my nerve is on the high wireMy bliss pulling at your sympathy