There's a lamp that burns
In a room up high
There's a face that turns
From side to side
And I know that you will come to me
If I wait here patiently
Like a fly on the wall.

Bury me, bury me
In the cotton folds
And the sea of your hair
Bury me
When the window flashes black
And the crack that opens up beneath me
Bury me
In the cotton folds and the sea of your hair
And the music of the town
That starts to circle round
Tulips… bury me.

And your figure turns
Down the spiral stairs
Past the ancient faces
Ever watching there
And a hot wind blows
Through churches gold
Glass coloured beads
I can see the starlight
Hear the sound of your feet
Come to me
Silver aquamarine.

Cover me cover me
In the deserts cold
Night star splintered air
Come to me
Like a snake now like a cat
You move closer through the slack
Umbilical streets
The cotton folds and the sea of your hair
Undercurrents turning round
Pull me up set me down
In bedrock… come to me.