Swans, Akron/Family, Jarboe - A Piece of the Sky lyrics
[Swans, Akron/Family, Jarboe - A Piece of the Sky lyrics]
Through a door in the air
On a crumbling stair
In a clear and rushing vein
In a tunnel full of rain
In a piece of yellow light
On the skin of my eye are you there?
In the wind of my lung
In methane and in love in petroleum plumes
There's a floating slice of moon
In your tooth and your claw
And your unforgiving jaws are you there?
In a burning white ship
In the taste of her lips
In the blood of the swans
As the sun fucks the dawn
In the mud of the lake
In the drunk and the dazed are you there?
In the now that is not on a ladder to God
On a mountain stripped bare
With your hand in my hair
Behind the face of the sky
On a disappearing line are you there?
In the then that was now
In the now that is not
In our names we forgot
In a thought we just lost
We become what we choose
We are stumbling fools who are not there
There's some tangled dirty twine
In some idiot's clouded mind
There's some wires that won't unwind
Around the ankles of the blind
There's some walls lined with soft lead
And in that room is your bed
Is that really you?
Are you in there? On the moon?
In the air? In my hand?
Thrown in a fire?
On a crumbling stair
In a clear and rushing vein
In a tunnel full of rain
In a piece of yellow light
On the skin of my eye are you there?
In the wind of my lung
In methane and in love in petroleum plumes
There's a floating slice of moon
In your tooth and your claw
And your unforgiving jaws are you there?
In a burning white ship
In the taste of her lips
In the blood of the swans
As the sun fucks the dawn
In the mud of the lake
In the drunk and the dazed are you there?
In the now that is not on a ladder to God
On a mountain stripped bare
With your hand in my hair
Behind the face of the sky
On a disappearing line are you there?
In the then that was now
In the now that is not
In our names we forgot
In a thought we just lost
We become what we choose
We are stumbling fools who are not there
There's some tangled dirty twine
In some idiot's clouded mind
There's some wires that won't unwind
Around the ankles of the blind
There's some walls lined with soft lead
And in that room is your bed
Is that really you?
Are you in there? On the moon?
In the air? In my hand?
Thrown in a fire?