David Knopfler - Mending My Nets lyrics

Her hands caress the water, self possessed in Sunset's haze His Shaman's shawl unwinds her like a junky's tourniquet Round rivulets of divers pearls - amulets to save the world She calls them "magic moments" this dreamy, siren girl Left my heart in pieces... six feet underground Too late for a miracle or love cure to be found Prayers for sweet redemption all had run aground Her love sick Captain's drowning, his wheel spins round and round Chorus: I'm mending my nets... mending my nets There's been more than time enough for penance and regret She says "Bless me David for I've sinned." Lest we should forget I said "it's alright if you're crying I don't mind getting wet I believe that we can mend those nets" The Fisher KIng a waiting still on God's will and Fate In that well honed celebration of love's unrequited ache Who's bitter smile accuses down my soul sick mirrored hall The ghost of childhood's train wreck which was no dream at all She's sensual, delicate - to you this song I dedicate You who's shadow comes for me - you who'll make me wait Who rustles through my black bamboo - invisible, unnamed Like that Rilke poem in candle flame 'to you who never came' I'm mending my nets - mending my nets We'll bind our wounds with herb o grace for heartbreak and regret I'm not making promises but I'm clearing all the decks I hate whoever made you cry but I don't mind getting wet Join me on The Ship of Dreams we can mend those nets The water calls, darkness falls, sparks fly from the fire Beneath the undulating lake, temptation's on the wire Going down for glistened bait, blows her smoking pyre Waiting with pauper's plate, constant as Desire My green eyed mermaid pirouettes, past graveyard, soldier statuettes Where the haunted mansion silhouette, hugs the shining shore She snares with precious secrets, all men who have these weaknesses Offers up her treasures at my more than open door Oh Ophelia you're moonlit - She says "I'm hollow and I'm wounded But I wrote this little tunelet for a rosewood clarinet See those broken reeds were useless but I know that I can do this..." I think some way, somewhere, somehow she's pa**ed this way before Dig down deep and there is something more Something very wrong and very raw We're mending nets - mending our nets We'll bind your womb with herb o grace - nullify all debts She loved the bloodstained skank who stank of borrowed cigarettes The necromance of d**h's romance, his boho dance, punishments and sweats I hurt when you were crying but I loved that you were wet When fishermen can't put to sea it's time we mend our nets ©David Knopfler May 2003