Up from the frozen water
Out of her stolen breath
To rip the heart of the matter
From the stitches of death
You know my dirty secrets
And I am prone to confess
Its too long on my shoulder
With its cutting caress
I heard the teeth gnashing, I felt it beside
As she had waited for love and I waited to die
I heard the invitation, I could not resist
My soul was hid among the shit, shelved and dismissed
Now my hands are at work to rebuild all the parts
New blood spits out from the core of my living heart
These mountains are teeth, The pallette where he stands
Your traitor is delivered now
Unto the waste land
Performed and produced by Michael Bird.
Words and music by Michael Bird