White Hinterland Cataract
On our bed the curtain's falling
Against the din
Of a descending hush
And though the night
Bent to kiss my bare shoulders
I could not keep out the dark
Without any warning
Is there no good news I can tell you?
Is there nothing that'll shake you
From your blackest moods
And your spells of mercury?
Is there nothing you can tell me?
Is there nothing that will shake me
when my temper starts to unfurl?
Who was the first to fall?
Without any warning
Even though you may be
Out of the picture, baby
You can still call on me
From time to time
Even though I may be
Out of your picture, darling
You can rely on me
From time to time
