If you give me back the ocean I'll give you back the sky We'll holiday in the sun my love If we have the time I'll buy all those clothes to rest on your shoulders Be good and precious like wine Wake you every morning Cook for you every night And we'll ignore all of those words in the foundries 'Cause I've never really cared for them So if you give me back the ocean Then I'll be home again

Changing my flesh back from stone Let me prepare your throne I'll bring you silver bracelets and gold Drain the North Sea of all its cold I wouldn't need anybody I wouldn't need anything I wouldn't need anybody If I had you Directions? Now mine are east With the West Wind against my face It prisons winter, imprisons fire Brandishes your fate with your desire If there was anything you ever needed If there was anything to do If there was anything you needed That I'd do I wouldn't need anybody I wouldn't need anything I wouldn't need anybody If I had you

The breeze palms the silver sea And white-topped the mountains These cliffs that surround us stand vacant Being kissed by the brittle streets With you in your dancing A waltz bright and flashing to see A vision Immortal A wave bursting beautifully And I'm right where I mean to be Hear the howl from the old lagoon The owls in their dreaming Are plotting and scheming their callow flights We'll follow all the way Spy on their wingspan To see how they shift when they find land Study the surge of the air As the dive to the dirt To the oil and the blackened earth Abigail, all those echoes are fairy tales Abigail, there's no reason to be buried now Abigail, latch your eyelash to the iris Sense the heat and the final fix I'm caught in this fishing net The scales of the skins And the flesh of the skeletons Stick to me wet I breath deep the salty scene Of you on the sand of a rich pleasant land There's a hollow cave I'm happy to know you and I'm happy to go Either way Let's say good night just one more time Abigail, all our tea cups are filled with smoke Abigail, feel the beat in this heartless cage Abigail, orange brickwork and paving stones Don't always mean you're home They don't always mean you're home

There's dirt in the coal mine There's dirt in your hair There's dirt in the flowers your bring me There's dirt in the bath tub And dirt in the ink There's dirt in the way that you hold me There are boats in a bay And a fog in the way Of the waves that are breaking like matchsticks Like the thousands of men who've tried so hard in vain I'm guessing my love just to kiss you Silhouette souls, outlines of the whole Have been winning the ways of my scheming But fret not now my love We'll align the waves I'll marry the Father like I'll marry you Set alight to the city I'm dreaming With lighters and cigarette smoke from the lung That's job is to just keep me going And all these bundles or songs And old fashioned poems Stay dormant on the shelves of our mothers The dust and the bile and the rust are waiting while I trample mud through the kitchen Let us stay this way Palm to palm we'll obey The demands of our ancestor's bidding But fret not now my love We'll align the waves The sin of the dance The millennium's trance The mist of the soul has been lifted But fret not now my love We'll align the waves

I've never walked on these ashen clouds But someone's hung up the moon above us My brother's driving with a smile on his face You nearly wrap your arms around me Can we meet up when we're both much older? When I've realised that we have no fate You'll still look good no doubt I'll tell you my sorrow How Norman seemed to change How I've wasted all my days Wish you'd never gone away To New York City I fall asleep in these Russian garments Fyodor has left me here for sleeping I'm not his double nor is he my keeper We share a bed Neither of us really rest I picture you in your Brooklyn bedroom Or stashed in Queens with your poetry Manhattan's eye is your private seer The Atlantic is your sea I'm but shingle on an English Beach Wishing you'd never gone away To New York City

I've been on the penny arcade with my wife She's a real good mover She dances for me every night And I've been on the waltzers with my only friend I don't think she knows What my young mind has planned And I've been lying Through my teeth At my father's grave To reclaim the vessels Of the debts I have paid The bark from the crow's nest The salt from the sea But I think your bones were made only for me It was either the war or battling the pits Siphoning the liquor Or gargling the piss Her hands filled with diamonds Her eyes melt the fire Tearing the sky with a blinking desire This leathery bone Of flower thinned grey Gnaws at the marrow The core of the frame The keys by the kitchen door Wink as I sleep But I think your bones were made only for me The lamps on the street shine We waltz through the light We're two ballroom dancers The ink in the night Callouses mingle, blisters combine I'll offer you the little I can claim that is mine A mandolin veined secretly in the tide That leaks from the pipework Together we'll find The yellow green patterns The salt from the sea But I think your bones were made only for me Yes I think your bones were made only for me

Have you been out the whole night long Gambling with your sin? Seeing which way the compass points When you let out finally what is in I have married fourteen jugglers They all play the violin I tell them to speak in French to me And play act that they're violent And they each have a loving mother Who obeys their calm indifference She steals a penny from the Lord's piano Cuts a hole in the barb wire fence And the charge women to do their bidding Pay men to just dance around Detest and dismiss as nonsense All that their souls have not yet found And I'm screaming with this trumpet That you should let me waltz straight in I'm just a fool in love with a leather gun Who's ever said what they really meant? Let the evening fold its darkening light Into midnight's lullaby Two lovers in a private infinity Illume the heavens with their thighs And do you long to play that game with me Search the ether for fingerprints? As if snow-lined routes of eternity Hold the shimmer and the glint Hold the baby in the basket The sun in a yellow hand The skyline of Hades unending The final sea, the final sand The last dew drop circuited across The leaf's celebrated paw The instant you can recognise All that you want is you want more All the children have ceased their screaming All of their fathers must have died I'm just a hushed up mouth of spit and grout I don't say out what I think deep in I don't whistle when I'm happy Or eat when I'm hungry Sink back into the darkness When the light gets too much for me I don't wash up last night's dishes Or say to you what you really deserve I don't save all the money I've pocketed And I spend what I haven't earned And I refuse to be your doctor Yet I've medicated you With a potion I made in my home Of the most deep and delicious blues That remind me of oceans and cloudless skies Stretching high above Reminds me of death in the afternoon Teases me about my love The choir is harmonising And the dagger is so neatly poised So sit me down and pucker up And build up what I have destroyed 'Cause there's no building that can really house me No woman that can ever see That a man is a blank white canvas He has no fate, he's no mystery He's just longing for that arching moon At midnight in the tender clutch Of endless adoring embedded deep black The kind you can rarely touch And the stars in the rafters wink now They always seem so well timed So shut me up I'll tell you yours If darling you tell me mine

Go, just put me in the ground I'm just another hound waiting for his meal A bone, a breast, a plate of meat Something guttered from the street To consume the void I don't mean to give you anything Less than you deserve But my mind's a map of markers Where I should have turned Away from alleys with shadows on the wall Who's that pilgrim going down, down, down? Time's gasps have filled my lungs When visions of warring tongues Have pierced the calming mind Like disease mixing with your blood Like puddles forming floods or rivers Wild and free I am not a painter Or a prophet here to lead To where the wine is served to masses More in need Who sleep 'neath sirens Who hear the caws Of "who's that pilgrim going down, down, down?" So bite the bedspread Lock in your claws Crack the pennies stacked in little piles against the walls Dissolve your eyelids Then unfix your mouth Who's that pilgrim going down, down, down?

My oh my How the world's changed and I Watch from the window Silver moons sinking by Into a velvet black ocean A thousand miles away My home and the potion For the words and the rain My oh my How the world's changed and why Don't people surround me? Are you my own private eye? Keeping tabs on my movements You've wire-tapped the phone You know when I'm working When I'm down and alone Though the barmaid keeps smiling at me It's the barman who's the one feeling lucky There's wind on my temple There's sand in my soul I hope the North Sea just swallows us whole My oh my Let the ink stain the dye Colour me in bruise blue Hang me up from the sky Where the breeze ignores your movements Lets you float on away Doesn't drown you or hound you Above the words and rain Though the barmaid keeps smiling at me It's the barman who's the one feeling lucky There's wind on my temple There's sand in my soul I hope the North Sea just swallows us whole Bandages us and marries us Keeps us in it's grip Tight on the shore with the shingle and flint 'Cause I need this Oh I need this! But I want this even more Maybe by morning we'll wash up on the shore

Don't go home Darling come home with me We can watch the sunlight dissolve in to the bottle green leaves No don't go home Darling come home with me You can sing me a lullaby It would be all I'd ever need Don't go back There's nothing left for you there Here there's greenery and love and the freshest of air No don't go home Darling come home with me You can sing me a lullaby It would be all I'd ever need And we'll forget the race track And the drunkards down by the quay And try to hear those yellow trumpets On the old Mississippi Don't go home Darling come home with You can sing me a lullaby It would be all I'd ever need