J.H. Prynne - Break It lyrics

And again it finishes, as we should say it's over, some completeness numbs me with the final touch we are sealed, thus and why it should be so, well, that's life not well, you see you see or we do, we touch that, and it's the last time or thing or some edge. Like cliffs, the de- parture is overwhelming as a casual thread, leading into this, that, the gray darkness. Call it evening the days are no shorter but ah how they do foreclose, that the tide turns and the wick burns and curls and all the acrid wavering of language, so full of convenient turns of extinction. Phrase falls, we call it an ancient city, as we look down from the heights, hugging the only mountain for many miles. Blessed, as we leave: that we do, how we do what there is these are the one thing: where are you I drift into what it should be or have you do you have, would you. Would you. Life is a gay bargain. How could I say, where are you among the mountains of the city in their midst. Turn to the east, the west, the torque at the waist running round the ribs, and settling there. The end of that is a sorry thing, how much more beautiful is the city than the abrupt cliffs, the end, of that?