Blackfield - Waving

Turn up the noise Let's see if you can maintain your poise Edge out the door And feel it if you swim back to the shore I do believe I'm clinging to the warm bleed in the trees I do believe I'm clinging to the warm bleed in the trees I wave and I turn off the light I wave and I turn off the light Your dress may be torn but you wear it well All this and more may be in your spell Four letter word but it isn't real All this speed inside you A sneer on the edge of your sanity Your bludgeon the soul like it's unappealing Pouring your scorn on all pride and joy All this fear inside you