Our breath mingles in the stable gloom
As you attire me by a spoke of moon
Bridle across my face and bit between my teeth
Through the mews, a-crackle with frost
Led by the reins down shadowy back lanes
From the village, still at-dream, we fly
Cow silhouettes and starlit molehills sailing by
Leaving behind a rose horizon, frozen in place
You lean forward in the saddle to embrace
I wonder if my lady knows there's no way back
To the world from which she was born
And the only way out is forward and down
Along weed burst motorways, we tear
Past the tangle silence of our emptied cities
Over unseen churning seas we go
Never-ending passage through the cold and dark
Over unseen churning seas we go
Never-ending passage through the cold and dark
