The Jezabels - Into The Ink lyrics
[The Jezabels - Into The Ink lyrics]
It calls the Victorian lady
Back from the dead
She rises from the cold ground
And enters through the door as a draught
To you and I
If you and I could ever, ever go back
We’d see her on the other
Side of a dusty frame
Running through the field
Pale of salt water in hand
She races through closed and open shutters
In search of lovely little ones
The ones your hearts with the ones you love
They asked for her to come
They asked the man in the bright red suit
And wrote it on their list, too
But never would he hear them
Through all the snow
And despite being hung on the walls
Of all the ocean liners the Queen herself
Could not get the water to put the fire out
And when I call you won’t come running
Now a dark spectre to me
No returning in white chariot
Frozen teardrops fall and melt into the ink
Oh, the dust is falling heavy
Out on the hills
My portrait and my windowsill
We’d kiss but we are made of clay
You loved me most when love was young
Now, even the setting sun
We dance beneath is made of clay
The dust falls heavy on the hill
My portrait is my windowsill
And out come the little ones with burning
Flailing arms take up your drumsticks and
Batter my heart like an antique tom
And when I call you won’t come running
Now a dark spectre to me
No returning in white chariot
Frozen teardrops fall and melt into the ink
And when I call you won’t come running
Now a dark spectre to me
No returning in white chariot
Frozen teardrops fall and melt into the ink
And when I won’t call you won’t come running
Now a dark spectre to me
No returning in white chariot
Frozen teardrops fall and melt into the ink
Back from the dead
She rises from the cold ground
And enters through the door as a draught
To you and I
If you and I could ever, ever go back
We’d see her on the other
Side of a dusty frame
Running through the field
Pale of salt water in hand
She races through closed and open shutters
In search of lovely little ones
The ones your hearts with the ones you love
They asked for her to come
They asked the man in the bright red suit
And wrote it on their list, too
But never would he hear them
Through all the snow
And despite being hung on the walls
Of all the ocean liners the Queen herself
Could not get the water to put the fire out
And when I call you won’t come running
Now a dark spectre to me
No returning in white chariot
Frozen teardrops fall and melt into the ink
Oh, the dust is falling heavy
Out on the hills
My portrait and my windowsill
We’d kiss but we are made of clay
You loved me most when love was young
Now, even the setting sun
We dance beneath is made of clay
The dust falls heavy on the hill
My portrait is my windowsill
And out come the little ones with burning
Flailing arms take up your drumsticks and
Batter my heart like an antique tom
And when I call you won’t come running
Now a dark spectre to me
No returning in white chariot
Frozen teardrops fall and melt into the ink
And when I call you won’t come running
Now a dark spectre to me
No returning in white chariot
Frozen teardrops fall and melt into the ink
And when I won’t call you won’t come running
Now a dark spectre to me
No returning in white chariot
Frozen teardrops fall and melt into the ink