Peepshow lyrics

In the soil of our sadness
Hear our hearts bell a serenade
A faint choir tenderly shaping
A lament... a hollow refuge

In the blood of the twinkling sky
Breathing in air drunk dry
There was once a time of rapture
All is lost... a pale gleaming

Across this crooked land
Runs a crooked man
Our loved ones die
Under the hammer
Of the soviet sun

Nothing can erase this night

In the sharp gust of love
My memory stirred
When time wreathed a rose
A garland of shame
It's thorn my only delight
War-torn, afraid to speak
We dare to breathe

Majestic
Imperial
A bridge of sighs
Solitude sails
In a wave of forgiveness
On angels' wings

Reach out your hands
Don't turn your back
Don't walk away

How in the world
Can I wish for this?
Never to be torn apart

Bad word
Or bad deed
Unpunished invites grief
Here's
Rawhead and Bloodybones

Reaching from
Dark cupboard
Crouching under stair,
Lurking in chimney
Pond or well

We're down here
Held here
Dragged here
And drowned here by
Rawhead and Bloodybones

Pop-eyed
Horns
Bushy-tailed
Long teeth and
Claws as well

Rawhead and Bloodybones

High above
The sickle moon
All senseless thought
Slips and drowns
A place, a time
Gone out of mind
Reaction swims
The opal time

Ferry me down -- leave well alone
Ferry me down -- turn to stone

Here within
My phantom flesh
Welcome in
The glowing guest
Far inside
The absolute
Instinct leaves
Us standing mute

Ferry me down -- leave well alone
Ferry me down -- turn to stone

Silver couches to recline upon
And ornaments of gold
Silver moonbeams dance in fountains
Below shining citadels
Surrounded by silver gates -- ascending silver stairs
Eureka on angelic prayer -- wafts in and scents the air

With ornaments of gold
To warm my soul from the growing cold
Ornaments of gold

We can drink from silver vessels
We can feed from silver bowls

A crumpled future in your fist
The killing streak ascends sun-kissed
And the firestarter from within
Pokes out from fever blistered grin

King Salamander -- that's his name
A desert maker -- that's his aim
The benign cremator, branding iron in his hand
Eager and willing to torch the land

All fire and brimstone
This jack-o-lantern
He likes to watch the buildings burn

You clamber up
And look behind
Their watchful eyes
The helping hands
A hen that's fierce
And painted blue
With red eyes
Wants to swallow you

A dragon dives and soars on tracks
The hands that strap you to its back
You turn around and look behind
Their smiling eyes
Won't help you down

Their tiny hands
Their tiny feet
Such little hearts
To miss a beat

He trembles in the bitter wind
Until it's time for us to speak
Whilst others here are sleeping sound
I'll slip away by floorboard creak

Upon the hill he'll hear my secrets
Shock the colours to bleach inside
Whilst others there are sleeping sound
Just we two will confide

Listen to his body moan
Make a wish and send us home
To spin the gold and silver stitches

Down where this ugly man
Seeks his sustenance
Down in the blue, midnight flare
A glass hand cuts through the water
Scything into his twisted roots
Then from his eyes
Spring fireflies
Breathing life
Into a roaring disguise

Needles & Sins, Sins & Needles
He's gasping for air
In the wishing well
Dust to rust, ashes on gashes
Hand around the killing jar

Creeping up the backstairs
Slinking into dark stalls
Shapeless and slumped in bath chairs
Furtive eyes peep out of holes
She has many guises
She'll do what you want her to
Playing dead and sweet submission
Cracks the whip deadpan on cue

Peek-A-Boo -- Peek-A-Boo
Peek-A-Boo -- Peek-A-Boo

Reeking like a pigsty
Peeling back and gagging free
Flaccid ego in your hand