Kate Bush - Organic Acid lyrics

He got her drunk very quickly Holding hands, they found the broom-cupboard Where he had control as far as the fall When his hand covered wet hair She took over among furniture wax Dust, and the cloying yellow of polishing-cloth When he was sick, she comforted him Oh hush, my friend, and sleep And cuddle to the wind Sleep on through the waves That may wet your lover's dream We have been far through this night long hours We will go far, tomorrow, out of sight, ooh... He couldn't do it properly The disco, the office, the pub, Had left out those details of delight. Satisfied, he would collapse out, Puzzled at why she still squirmed, Held onto him, tears curling into her mouth This was something their stories always omitted That her joy would seem like pain When he focused after his release. Do sand and shells and stones Peep in through your night? But you should not be hurt For all will pa** with time. We have been far through this night long hours We will go far, tomorrow, out of sight, ooh... In the third week of the relationship She was tripping on organic acid Would stop to pick up a rained-out leaf Would give it tenderly into his hand Full of dead things before they reached the car When they drove she sat with mouth open As though photographed on the impact of a stomach punch Her right fist gripping the skin of his left leg Hooking the steering-wheel closer to his heart He feared her, and slapped out sideways into her face She entered the cut with her tongue Gurgling gratitude for the strange taste Do you fear the dark? Then hush, and realise That though the angels never come Prayers can soothe your mind We have been far through this night long hour We will go far, tomorrow, out of sight, ooh... There was no premonition of the wet Hog's Back The sportscar slumped, snout into a beech Their corpses giving the vehicle arms Petrol and blood at last dripping together But quick flashes of a planned lunch Cold red beef, white cloth by a cherrywood fire Game pie, and for him two pints of colder beer The winter air tucking under their eyelids As they spun on the gravel at Clandon Their hands steaming from quick moisture The aromatic finger drawn up to his nostril Dazed after mutual masturbation They zigzagged into a conservative end Oh hush, my friend, asleep