Eleventh He Reaches London - No Funeral lyrics

An embalming 'til I'm light Shallow, shallow on a wooden floor And I quiver, lone, and I quiver like a stumbling foal And I cry, 'Johanna, Johanna my bones are gone' But she's gelding colts, and raising foals So I sleep in shallow, Johanna is gone again Now she's writing prose and crushing bones And I'd love to cry her name but I'd be howling out Satanic words out in the mist of morn And I'd love to seize the day but I am all entwined Of spastic flesh and misery of home And I'd love to hold her down and die depressed with me But on rotting floor she'd never call me hers And I'd love to cry her name but I'd be drawling out Satanic words out in the night My hard spun gelding strides out across the field And wails out unrehearsed to something that he'll never know 'Oh all I've got is fear and a violent self-inflicted d**h' As I wail, howl, my hands, my head 'Oh all I've got is fear and a twisted neck between the fence' As he wails and howls in the twilight of his living hours And I watch helplessly from the window of my old stone house As I wail, howl, in a witch's house Measured pulse of the blood from my hands, I wailed and howled Wished the foals all the joy but the d**h of my friends, I'll be with them Oh my body, is borrowed from the lord, I'll be with them In a house of failing organs, I wade through the mire of the dawn I'm a coffin, I'm a tomb Rejecting god and love, in a hard spun quiver, I am with them Oh my bānhūs, is borrowed not stole, I'll be with them I'm a coffin, I'm a tomb