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