Kayo Dot - The Mortality Of Doves lyrics

Every angel that drips from the faucet into the sink Tumbles down the drain And deep into the ground The choirs resound in an empty room as Angels seep into the earth And no one noticed this coffin heaving These earthen boards thick with deceiving Every Every angel that drips from the faucet in to the sink Tumbles down down the drain And deep into the ground The choirs resound in resound in an empty room as Angels seep into the earth And no And no one no one noticed this coffin heaving These earthen boards thick Thick with deceiving And And it swallowed Up Up the spirit In the mire Of division As man As mankind Looked on and glutted itself Upon derision trampled underfoot The seeping of the soil As man As mankind looked on and grumbled ever Louder with the toil of every day and every year And every century And it swallowed up the spirit In the mire of division As mankind looked on and Glutted itself upon derision Trampled underfoot, the seeping of the soil As mankind looked on and grumbled Ever louder with the toil Of every day and every year And every century Lost in thought Or thought is lost On the creeping multitude of heaven They could never see beyond And so there was nothing beyond to see One after the next for ever and ever Stepping over the statues of gods Lying broken in the streets like tyrants [II.] The cynical heart too oft forgot Its blood in course of vein As circulated phantoms drain from Spout to sink to silence And vigilance betrayed by neglect But uttered not in defiance Sleep, the uncloaked sleep of doves In mortality Drawing down the shade of years Over the monstrosity Shutting the lids and shutting the sight Bridging the break and shunning the life The Earth entire has become a wasteland A marsh intense, a swamp of flatland Not so flat as desolate And deep with poison and with regret I cry aloud as I am pull’d beneath And a body hangs over the shower rod Like a towel left out to dry Drips call out their protest to a dark and empty room Sadness decorates the silence As a gathering of the gloom My cries are the echoes of a long-lost suicide An angel bleeding out, a dove that has died