Ed Harcourt - Sour Milk, Motheaten Silk lyrics

Sour milk, motheaten silk And broken bread and bitter wine Trim my tears with garden shears Breed your thoughts in the diamond mind I'm a song that can't be sung A method the cannot be taught I'm a ladder without a rung An auctioneer that can't be bought Like a politician's smile It's your heart, I will pick up And the halo slipping slowly from my head Sour milk, motheaten silk Dandelions and murderous heat There's a god in every demon Sugarcane and rotten teeth I'm the writer's faithful block The air that makes your chest feel tight I'm the hand that fits the saga Pump it full of dynamite Like a politician's smile It's your heart I will pick up And the halo slipping slowly from my head Lost in the ether lost at sea Believe in me we're still descending No where to go, nowhere to breathe Oh, won't your dreams stop pretending now Sour milk, motheaten silk And broken bread and bitter wine Trim my tears with garden shears Breed your thoughts in the diamond mind I'm a song that can't be sung A method the cannot be taught I'm a ladder without a rung An auctioneer that can't be bought Like a politician's smile It's your heart I will pick up And the halo slipping slowly from my head