Peace & Quiet

After the red ants, the black-out comes peace and quiet

Those little footprints fleshed out calm in my mind

I lay like a compass, digits accusing the sunrise

Raindrops abseil the window and flinch through the hurt cries

I feel this great pressure coming down on me

And the tide of my bliss, pulling at your sympathy

I feel this great pressure coming down on me

(when my nerve's on the high-wire)

My bliss, pulling at your sympathy

After the hunt and the sweat now comes peace and quiet

Your head on my heart anchored the storm in my eyes

I lay like a carcass, your lips never letting the blood dry

And so I pray for tomorrow and wait listening out for a reply

I feel this great pressure coming down on me

And the tide of my bliss, pulling at your sympathy

I feel this great pressure coming down on me

(when my nerve's on the high-wire)

My bliss, pulling at your sympathy