Deckard Croix

Lyrics

The broad enveloping night - it is a restless thing:
Mercurial, the human light, the voice, the trembling Spring.
A gasp of the sun's gaze - a wintry eye flickering thin;
There is movement within - this rumbling, traffic rake.
You turn to me and tremble, our children hang their heads tonight.
The church bells ring and tremble, a shimmer of shivering light.
This water we drink from, the water we came from,
The viscera of yonder shore - the memory of what was before.
You turn to me and tremble, a shimmer of shivering light.
It is a lovely voice you bring - it is a restless thing.