They meet in the walls, can hear them without listening
The thieves in their houses, in bed with their wives
The fires are burning, draught from the cold
Turning and whispering until we are old
Sleep fucking, sleep fighting
The machine starts to sing
La-la love you forever
Hopelessly devoted to you
If you lie very still
It won't happen to you
If you lie very still it won't happen to you
I'm still afraid of spiders legs
The way they move, the way they bend
And you still here protecting me
The cover of those great wide trees
Still everything in black and white
Nothing ever feeling quite right
They measure wicks and speak in threes
I wait for you, come home to me
But you won't move and you don't see
Searching but with no relief
The shadows of the birds
As they fly above me
If you lie very still
It won't happen to you
If you lie very still
It won't happen to you
Now everything in monochrome
Cold and grey and made of stone
He sits up on his precious hill
To be alone and take it in
Well lucky girl, you found a place
Where you can breathe and heal that ache
But every night the lights go out
You wake up sticking to a cloud
And when you reach it try to sing
You dream that he comes home again
But he won't come and you won't breathe
There's nothing you can do to keep it in
