Meanwhile, Back In Communist Russia... - Heliotrope lyrics

Come this autum we'll be miles away.... We'll follow the arrow-head of some sky-bourne south seaking flock.tide-pitched down to where the white Horses thunder miles out to sea. Ivory-tipped, tremendous and vast, a voice that echoes with a primal past And in the lattice of bones, a voice answers...... Oh, these knife-blade waves will cut my flesh: Their blustering threat simply melts to foam halts Vapours and is gone. the startling bright aggression Is just a play of the light. the stiff whipped-peaks that Volley and fly will settle a blanket at our feet. in their Weedy depths, they speak softly, murmer of some secret Tenderness. a word uttered in private, never to be Repeated. listen it is a language poignant and exact I can't tell you exactly how what i feel for you - the words Inarticulate, resonate in the belly of the waves.... Take my hand; We'll mark a path amongst the pebblea and the ripe salt Pools that brim with the smell of s**. there is nothing here To hem us in overhead the sky stretches for miles