Из альбома: In Roses
flat out on your stomach
an ugly dog trap
in arctic silence
it’s me and my carpenters heart
hunt for days
electric
speech of foxes
in an ordinary garden
where has your body been
please come on let the salt water give
and I see it in the strange nights you’ve bared
with a lasting eye
fall in to the weight of the ship
and the rush coming in please come on let the salt water give