Aleph Lyrics

(verse)

Oh, my mouth is dry, I'm hearing lights again

The odour of pencil on paper

The bass notes that shake through my fingers

The hair on the back of my neck, a-bristle with fatigue

A rictus of overtone series

That burn as I breathe through the memory



(chorus)

Keep it down in the cheap seats

Knuckle down

Give it elbow grease

Keep it down in the cheap seats

You're grist to the mill, you're standing still

You're a bleak child sat facing the window



(verse)

Make me an island with the best of men

Landlocked in ashtrays and broken pens

Biros and dust for my skeleton

As hands like hammers, split my skewed phrenology

Stock market symphonies flourishing

Cash registers blaring the voluntary



(chorus)

Keep it down in the cheap seats

Knuckle down

Give it elbow grease

Keep it down in the cheap seats

You're grist to the mill, you're standing still

You're a bleak child sat facing the window



(outro)

When you were ranged, were ranged in columns before me

I could not speak - my eyes failed

So many misshapen drawings



When you were ranged, were ranged in columns before me

My death by water flowing though this undiscovered country



Read to me tonight, please