February

歌詞

Sit down and hear my story of when the moon turned red before me A bull stood wild and wary in the cold of February The wind slithered past like a ravenous moray, I stood framed in my doorway The stars disappeared to let our darks duel, no longer turning upon their white spools Within this end, noise begins low-down, like this sound of an old violin bow Found braided with wax and drowsy, great jars of ink broke around me The last thing that I remember, the moon turned as red as a simmering ember Gazing from its coal like a cinder, bright enough for my eyes to blister There's dreams, and then there's dreaming, donkeys on the cliff with the lighthouse beaming One eye lit to a long-gone ferry, I watched it, wild and wary And I dreamt of the souls of the boatmen on the underside of the ocean Icicle strings made of rain and spittle met the mist and the moss in the middle Of a wellington print in a trail cut cloven, in and out of the stone so woven Fire fading, failing its chimney, mouth open, but no words within me The moon, repainted by a crimson filter, burnt the walls within my shelter Gazing from its coal like a cinder, bright enough for my eyes to blister To the north, the pockmarked quarries, in all their shivering glory Boiling bell, born of an old church, recovering prayers hovering like vultures And our shadows, gaunt and garbled, slow-dancing upon the marble Our brown bones, them that we buried, the crow judge, wild and wary Too dark yet to see the ashes, until the moonlight's crimson sashes Cast out in searing flashes, from within the midnight's ebony lashes And thus I saw the searing ember, to this day I still remember The moon gone red like a February winter, gazing from its coal like a cinder