Mortal Coil

Casting shadows on her wall

Breaking echoes in her nave

I don't want to feel it all

When her body is my grave

In the belfry's crooked call

In the darkness of her tone

She can't feel herself at all

When her skin is made of stone

Like the alders on a glade

When the light begins to fade

Like the mother's mortal coil

Like a boy

Like a dead space in the soil

Incense burning in her hand

When the night begins to fall

You don't feel me, no you can't

You can't feel me there

You can't feel me there at all

Like the alders on a glade

When the light begins to fade

Like the mother's mortal coil

Like a boy

Like a dead space in the soil

Like the alders on a glade

When the light begins to fade

Like a boy

On a rotten bed

Dreaming in the field of stars