Travellers of the flood
Leaving further up
Well there is a damage you take
From the place you were made
And they talk down to me
They talk down to me

Figurines cut in clay
Changing shape each day
Well there is a piece they don’t listen to
Why won’t they listen to
Anything our rhythms say?

Well I’ve been told I’m in the way
By an accidental gaze

And you’re miles away
But you lean on the edge of my phone when
My fingers itch
And you’re further away
Than the ones who will ask me
If I’m alright
But only if I am
It takes me so far
It kills something I once kept
Warming my throat

Hopeful bits of mud
Had enough
Well there is a limit I reach
When they lean back to preach
And they talk down to me
They talk down to me
I’ve been told I’m afraid
By a grey self serving haze

And you’re miles away
But your breath carries chemical secrets
Over my fingertips
You’re further away than the last time I asked you
If you were alright
I guess that you’re not

It takes me so far
But something I see in you
Never leaves me alone
Well they do say
Only in love
Do you find a real home

So meet me at the floor of this bottle
Meet me by the Niddry St lights
Over on North Bridge or under The feeling we get
When we just want to live out of sight
I’ll take off what I say
To everyone else and
Leave it in the rain
And all I can ask of your Swan Song heart
Is you will do the same

You will do the same
All I can ask of your Swan Song heart
Is you will do the same
All I can ask of my negligent heart
Is you will do the same
I swear all I can ask of your nocturnal heart
Is you will do the same