Bruce Cockburn - Twilight on the Champlain Sea lyrics
[Bruce Cockburn - Twilight on the Champlain Sea lyrics]
One, two, one two three
Pigeon on a railing looking down at the river
River that flows where there used to be sea
So long ago nobody remembers
Just these shells you dig up where
There used to be trees
After every conversation with someone
I wanna know
It's like I didn't take enough of
Them or leave enough of me
I'm just too hungry
Sun goes off the water
Thеre's a ring around the moon
All-embracing darknеss will be
Taking over soon
There's a cloud of witness in the houses
Hills and passing cars the cameras
Cops and voyeurs who all wanna be pop stars
There's a kink in my dick that
Started when my baby said goodbye
Still I thank her now for reminding me
How I always loved the sky
I'm an air sign after all
Respect, okay, but that's a basic human right
Everybody gets that until they
Prove they're not entitled
I want something more from you and
I don't mean casual sex
That never really worked for me
Maybe in my next life
A water-logged sponge is how the
Mirror paints my face
A troll under that pigeon's bridge
Curled in his hiding place
I jam my hat hard on my
Head to hold that monster down
Just can't shake the feeling you and
I could once be found in the same skin
In the same skin
Pigeon on a railing looking down at the river
River that flows where there used to be sea
So long ago nobody remembers
Just these shells you dig up where
There used to be trees
After every conversation with someone
I wanna know
It's like I didn't take enough of
Them or leave enough of me
I'm just too hungry
Sun goes off the water
Thеre's a ring around the moon
All-embracing darknеss will be
Taking over soon
There's a cloud of witness in the houses
Hills and passing cars the cameras
Cops and voyeurs who all wanna be pop stars
There's a kink in my dick that
Started when my baby said goodbye
Still I thank her now for reminding me
How I always loved the sky
I'm an air sign after all
Respect, okay, but that's a basic human right
Everybody gets that until they
Prove they're not entitled
I want something more from you and
I don't mean casual sex
That never really worked for me
Maybe in my next life
A water-logged sponge is how the
Mirror paints my face
A troll under that pigeon's bridge
Curled in his hiding place
I jam my hat hard on my
Head to hold that monster down
Just can't shake the feeling you and
I could once be found in the same skin
In the same skin