After the red ants
The black-out comes peace and quiet
Those little footprints
Fleshed out calm in my mindI lay like a compass
Digits accusing the sunrise
Raindrops abseil the window
And flinch through the hurt criesI feel this great pressure
Coming down on me
And the tide of my bliss
Pulling at your sympathyI 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 eyesI lay like a carcass
Your lips never letting the blood dry
And so I pray for tomorrow
And wait listening out for a replyI feel this great pressure
Coming down on me
And the tide of my bliss
Pulling at your sympathyI feel this great pressure
Coming down on me
(When my nerve's on the high-wire)
My bliss, pulling at your sympathy
I feel this great pressure
Coming down on me
And the tide of my bliss
Pulling at your sympathyI feel this great pressure
Coming down on me
(When my nerve's on the high-wire)
My bliss, pulling at your sympathy
