In Birdsong

Red, the wild, the wild, the wild

The crackling, the leaping of white fire

And spider-like the dance

Shimmering and crawling over me

A puppet man, a zombie

Lances from the blackness of my eye

I look into the Godmouth

The energy, the energy in us

There's something in the white matter

Someone in the white matter

I hear song in reverse

Birdsong, song in reverse

I hear me sing

A song

That I cannot begin to understand

The slaughter in the sky

Pulling on the magnet in my mind

The stench of it, the rendering

The energy, the energy of us

There's something in the white matter

Someone in the white matter

I hear song in reverse

Birdsong, song in reverse

I hear me sing

There's something in the white matter

Someone in the white matter

I hear song in reverse

Birdsong, song in reverse

I'm vapour in your love

I hear song in reverse

Birdsong, song in reverse

I'm vapour in your love

There's something in the white matter

Someone in the white matter

I hear song in reverse

Birdsong, song in reverse

I'm vapour in your love