Scott Walker Track Three
Delayed in the headlong Resembled to breaking-point I swear you never slept at night when the growing is slow.
After me I'm no man's son run out of recognize.
The blood of our split back without his prisoner the distance rigged in his eyes
Rock of cast-offs bury me hide my soul and sink us free.
Rock of cast offs bury me hide my soul and pray us free.
From the host of late-comers a miracle enters the streets shining with rain he is shaking to wash the murder away.
The shadow of the son made the son a shadow
it's never night when I die.
That desert clouds under and so Lord lightens sleepers wait there with wounds in their sides.
In the strength of the crime you sing like a stranger and your failure fulfills your most secret defeat.
After me I'm no man's son run out of recognize.
A life of it's own lays down the horizon the distance rigged in it's eyes
Rock of cast-offs bury me hide my soul and sink us free.
Rock of cast offs bury me hide my soul and pray us free.
