well its time unremembered since the nameless left what a wake trailed those eyes of the storm and i know you had some trouble with your heart bereft its hard to keep a lonely heart warm they dont carry coals north you wont have any help theres a measure of time in your drink cant trust that in the next one you wont be back on the same shelf so pitch time to do or die to float or sink and we live in the steel yard on reels of information and we love along the white lines in the middle of the road and our care lies in the telegraph poles and the taxi to the station and you know the one that died became some elemental coal and what was the song that was playing in the caf when we heard wasnt one of the greats but it rang through me for a moment something about a murder a brood a fleet a flock of birds now the spheres of your loving are cast adrift to the shores of another land and the packers and the movers havent time to lift any more than what lies to hand now the border of reality is the most crowded any place where a myth can be a public dream to the throes of this existence youll take your lovelys face as the light slips out of every seam as the key turns we burn brightly an effervescent lover in a last kiss with a dew drop as the sun begins to fall and in darkness please tread lightly oh see what you discover in the feeling oh the feeling of the elemental call and what was the song that was playing in the caf when we heard wasnt one of the greats but it rang through me for a moment something about a murder a brood a fleet a flock of birds something about a murder a brood a fleet a flock of birds