White Hinterland - Hung On A Thin Thread lyrics

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Come along in my mackinaw<br />

I'll point you where you need to go<br />

Though our path may bend and yaw<br />

You won't get lost<br />

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With my pointed prow and square stern<br />

We'll use our arms for oars<br />

To spoor little schools of fish<br />

Make festoon-shaped grooves in the fickle waves<br />

?Til the howling wind ushers us to leave<br />

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Out at sea for days<br />

I sleep most afternoons away<br />

And you anxiously compass us<br />

?Til we see land<br />

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But the land we knew<br />

Was now a new landscape<br />

And the howling wind ushered us to leave<br />

But you wanted a closer look<br />

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Then gripped to the rail, how our cheeks turned pale<br />

To see the flying machines near clip the houses<br />

And throw kisses to the sandbar<br />

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Little tendrils of smoke trailing out of the exhaust<br />

In parabolic wakes, swooping low like gulls<br />

Causing the town to tremor and to shake<br />

It was clear that city was nothing<br />

But an aluminium piece of junk<br />

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Oh, and the howling wind ushered us to leave<br />

But we couldn't move we stood forever changed<br />

When something ends, something has to begin<br />

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When the filaments of fiber <br />

From their flares caught afire<br />

Your hair looked like spark on a wire<br />

I would have paid my last dollar<br />

To see you lambent like that<br />

Lit by the light of ten thousand shackled suns<br />

Being hung on a thin thread<br />

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Sift amongst the debris for half-hearted dreams<br />

Remnants of pocket change<br />

Pretty, frilly, thrown-away things<br />

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Gauze and dust and shards of glass<br />

Bricks and bended straws and greyhounds' teeth<br />

And the howling wind ushered us to leave<br />