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"WHISPERS OF THE WAVES" SINGLE

Whispers Of The Waves (edit)

To have loved is everything. And I loved once: a song I heard trilling in the crisp morning air. To have grown a pair of wings like I have done and slipped the knot closer on a dare, is the way we talk about the things we've seen, the table for one and drinks for ten. It's easy to conceive. A letter from another life, a person you once were, a person that you haven't been in years.

I know you once gave your word and broke it the first chance you got, bending in to me. On the roof I saw a bird, a thing alive with fire and song singing out the end, whispers of the waves. See it now pluck your heart from its home and resting place. See it place it back. See you become young again before I rattle out my blackened lungs again, crashing through the waves and wearing feathers and fins. Thanking you for gentle mercies. Thanking you for gentle mercies. Thanking you for gentle mercies. Thanking you for gentle mercies.

All Cats Are Grey (lyrics by Robert Smith)

I never thought that I would find myself in bed amongst the stones. The columns are all men begging to crush me. No shapes sail on the dark, deep lakes, and no flags wave me home. In the caves all cats are grey. In the caves the texture coats my skin. In the death cell a single note rings on and on and on.

At Night (lyrics by Robert Smith)

Sunk deep in the night, I sink in the night. Standing alone underneath the sky. I feel the chill of ice on my face. I watch the hours go by, the hours go by.

You sleep, sleep in a safe bed, curled and protected, protected from sight under a safe roof so deep in your house. Unaware of the changes at night, at night

I hear the darkness breathe. I sense the quiet despair. Listen to the silence at night. Someone has to be there. Someone has to be there.


Shake Dog Shake (lyrics by Robert Smith)

Wake up in the dark, the aftertaste of anger in the back of my mouth. Spit it on the wall, and cough some more, and scratch my skin with razor blades. Make up in the new blood, and try to look so good. Follow me. Make up in the new blood, and follow me to where the real fun is. Ha ha!

As stale and selfish as a sick dog, spurning sex like an animal of God, I'll tear your red hair by the roots and hold you blazing, hold your cherished in the dead electric light. Your face, I'll never see you this way again. I captured it so perfectly, as if I knew you'd disappear away.

Shake shake shake shake shake shake shake shake shake dog shake.

But we slept all night in the virgin's bed and dreamed of death and breathed like sick dogs. Yeah, we slept all night in the virgin's bed and breathed like death and dreamed of sick dogs.

Shake shake. Shake dog shake.

Wake up, wake up, wake up. Shake dog shake. Wake up in the new blood. Make up in the new blood. Shake up in new blood, and follow me to where the real fun is. Shake dog shake.