Nocturne

The boy wakes up and rubs his eyes

Wonders where the cannibal lies

I am abroad upon the deep

But I'll be back

I see stars above my head

And the moon's pollution ring (hum)

Trance and sound, radio!

Always wakeful in old age

Sleeping looks so much like death

Best to pace the night cloaked deck

Forget the tomb

Forget the tomb that lies beneath the planks

Then I'll come back

And dance to him again

Torchlight licks the surface skin

Here be monsters on the map

Out among the unknown tribes

I'm not alone

Vintage fear and paranoia

His last Christmas in Great Britain

I am abroad upon the deep but I'll be back

Slender ribbbons of piss on the walls

In the streets where someone disappeared

You were painting in the dark

Old stinking tired and cold

You said don't be scared

Don't feel alone

I see stars above my head

And the moon's pollution ring (hum)

Trance and sound, radio!

I'll send a letter from the grave

Giving comfort and advice

It's a blank and folded page

So square and white