Anwen

It was the taste of the kerosene, bit your tongue, lanolin and wet rust No Saharan dust, we are out in the wild west With New Zealand flax, torn silage wrap Portuguese Man 'o War, through the door, it was the sight of It was the sight of Anwen Twirling and twisting as she dances in the kitchen And she goes crash, bang, spinning around, round Anwen, a tip-toe tornado, she takes out everything that's not tied down But when the music's over, I found that Anwen's put me back on my feet again She's put me back on my feet again It was the sound of thе cat's eyes on the road, tinnitus and potholеs Kettle boil, jet stream, washing machine Screaming rooks in the sycamore, Caribbean thunderstorm Lost lambs in the night It was the sight of the plastic on the tide, frayed rope and fishing line Black sky heading home, soaked to the bone With a daffodil in a cup, broke down, in a rut Need something to pick me up And it was the sight of Anwen Twirling and twisting as she dances in the kitchen She goes crash, bang, spinning around, round Anwen, my tip-toe tornado, she takes out everything that's not tied down But when the music's over, I found that Anwen's put me back on my feet She goes twirling and twisting She's crashing and smiling as she She puts me back on my feet I saw Anwen, twirling and twisting as she dances in the kitchen