Lyrics

[Verse 1] Twisting like a cork, I've undone my buttons one by one And hurled my outfit over twilight's girth and plain Meanwhile, ocean's acres curl to land, and speak of seasons Where sky and water meet, on the trench of its reflection Locked into our Farmer's stream, digging through lost reed boats I have seen the other end of who knows what and God knows when Eluding and evading, to prime these limbs and stretch them I found it while asleep I held it in hanging arms [Verse 2] Listen to my declaration Comes from the bellows of my unstepped spine A rattle, a rattle, a movement from within the undergrowth Wet, aswell Bustling through the Farmer's Dew, attending to the ghosts I knew Afraid to talk to the livestock, amok among the fleece and flock Alone until I heard a bell, pealing like the damp of Hell [Chorus] Now I've caught its tongue, I will Now I've caught its tongue, I will Now I've caught its tongue, I will Now I've caught its tongue, I'll knell the news