Bell X1 - Nightwatchmen lyrics

To the girl among nightwatchmen
My other, my joy with your oil-drum fire
You were my gentle unfolding
The wool and the dye the needle and eye

These songs you sing
As you waltz her up the stairs
And the boy smiles
At the wheels of the chair
We are loved for these
Things that pass us by all we’re good for
As the sand flows into the hourglass
You hold every grain that it might remain
Part of me wants to see you crumble
Like those toys on a plinth
Pool of alabaster limbs

Into my arms so that I might have my place
Although the crutch may just
Serve to dull the only blade
That you brought to this fight
Let’s go another round
Let’s go another round

To the girl among nightwatchmen
The long fingers of morning
Will take you by the hand precious stones
They’re all spoken for
You’ve chosen the tunes
Everything is just so, just so

And now birdsong ice clinking in the sun
Dripfeed of gentle talk
And pleasantries
And I wait for a gap in the traffic
To tell her I’ll always hold you close
It’s all I’m good for