David Sylvian - Five Lines lyrics

Five lines five lines
With which he marked time
Five lines flared from the ovens
He pulled the ribbons from their hair
With melodies beaten from the
Sheets of his mother
Songs for the end of time

Five lines return the birds to their singing
The sun fell
Should we leave it to the foxes?
The sun fell from the sky
Leave it to it's wit's and it's devices
The sun fell from the sky in
The form of a stag buried deep in the forest

And that’s where he felled it
A blow to the head that left it unconscious
Nothing further was said

We’ll set a place for him
We’ll set a place then

For he had tried
Blood, bone, feathers to the sky
Even in flight nothing could have spared him
Five lines five lines flared from the oven
Five lines with which he marked out time

Leave him for the foxes
Leave him for the foxes