This is the sound of poisons

the sickness no one knows

No one is crying for us this time

Our shapes are blurring under miracles of snow

Weave a circle round him three times

You have to plan your moves at these times

Our hearts are breaking

One more song to go



Chorus

These eyes are blind

This is a pure thing

These hands I kiss

Tragic as anything

These eyes are blind

This is a pure thing

All splash and hiss

Beyond my measuring



Only the anacrucis

the main event remains

Shameful and naked, out there in the

great cold outdoors

We have to learn these things again

Bathe in this incandescent glow

the leap to something I don't know

There is no doubt upon us when

the greasy men come back again



Chorus

These eyes are blind

This is a pure thing

These hands I kiss

Tragic as anything

These eyes are blind

This is a pure thing

All splash and hiss

Beyond my measuring

These faded flowers

Precious as memory

A veil of cloud

Correct as energy

We had some good machines

But they don't work no more

I loved you once

Don't love you anymore