David Keenan - Night Watchman lyrics
[David Keenan - Night Watchman lyrics]
Seeking out words and melody
In need of a bed in need of a bed
I'm the nightwatchman
Seeking out words and melody
In need of a bed in need of some head
Standing in the old clothes
That my childhood wore
When I was half as young as I am now
The Machine police build
Monuments to slobbery
But the Ewe tree laughs still into the wind
Some say yes, and some say no
‘Til the sky turns black and blue
I'm the nightwatchman
Seeking out words and melody
In need of a bed in need of some head
I am looking for the few
Who are waiting in the weeds
Grounded in the now
Sharpening the immortal plough
Standing in the old clothes
By the scantily clad shore
In wool, hand-stitched
By an East wall mother
No more sorrys now the sea is a healer
I look back on it fondly
As sunlight floods the chamber
You then see what it was I saw
And the sky is an Emerald green
The sky is an Emerald green