My bright city of night
Show me all the things you like
Cars throw a rope of light
In the river take a hike.
Take off your bright dress
And get your feet wet
Here’s a window, here’s your breath.
What’s the matter with your mate?
See stars when you intake
If you want I’ll give a taste
Make a crystal of your face.
Here’s a doorway you’re a sleeper
Here’s a key for your zookeeper
Here’s a hope that they won’t beat you.
Crystal river, make me shiver.
How’s your little soul?
Sun is a big bright bowl
If the soup burns your hand
Just drink from the can.
Hope you have a pleasant flight
Up to see the gods of light
May you always burn this bright
Crystal river, make me shiver.
Once the world has run its course
And we’ve all turned to HP sauce
I will see your face before me
When the moon and stars ignore me.
Cole: Now that I see through the eyes of a wolf, my palm’s getting sweaty, hot like the sands of the Gulf / When I’m in treatment I’m constantly evolving, when I’m in addiction I’m a wolf in sheep’s clothing / 90 days sober, caring I’m holding I’m holding, plasticine in my mind I’m moulding / shut the front door stop letting the cold in / Flow like a river, but my banks are corroding…
Found poem by Phil, rap by Cole; composition Ian & Phil Davenport, singer Christine Johnson, violinist Carolyn Francis, drummer Ian Davenport
