The Church
The Church - Anchorage lyrics
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Scales of an angel Wings of a snake Living here in the future With the racket that you make Memory of a scream Heart of the flame Talking in a lark's tongue And more of the same Green ice is on the melt Just the way the dead have felt Nothing like the way my name is spelt But I belt it out anyway Darkness returning My torch keeps on burning for you In the life you keep on spurning Everything is hurting me Mouth of a river The fingers of a flute The trees get used for rifles Growing lovely shoots Around the captain's table The silent diners slept In the white of morning The distance slowly crept And the ice in my glass And the hit of the past And the great icy blast I pass it on to you Darkness returning My torch keeps on burning for you In the life you keep on spurning Everything is hurting me 'Thing is hurting me Words of a mute The passion of a rock Waking early on an Easter Sunday Just before the cock The motion of a statue The honour of a rat The street was almost empty But then you saw through that And the ice in the box Falling off the shelf in blocks Down at the docks Well I was shocked not to be discovered Darkness returning My torch keeps on burning for you In the life you keep on spurning Everything is hurting me Strength of a lamb The shape of a cloud The eyes of the star Cruelty of a crowd This afternoon is crushing down The bars are all closed today lady Middle of town is a long way down I'd hate to see you break your crown And the ice in my drink My drink in your lap Just a process in a trap I'll slap it out of you Slap it out of you Music of the snow Tempts the flake Nature, you don't know A nice delicious ache The conscience of a fox Love about the size of a shoe box The school of hard knocks They box it out of me The ice in my throat A message in the note Just like a sinking boat You coat yourself with sympathy Darkness returning My torch keeps on burning for you In the life you keep on spurning Everything is hurting me 'thing is hurting me