alison moyet
all signs of life
The skyline is fading  Planets rearranging  For one man collecting his distance  His lungs are a bellow  Such a mechanical fellow  He's breathing in circles  (All signs of life)   On the rolling hills  Like the curve of a hip dipping  Oh, he can see her face  So he picks up his pace  Don't hurry here   All signs of life  All signs of life, here   His bodys a blister  Scowling, solitary mister  No tail wind to borrow  No rest tomorrow  His lungs are a bellow  Dress him in sunflower yellow  He's breathing in circles   And he spits his pain  And he sucks in the air like ether  And he breathes it again  Now his chest is a mine exploding  And the bitumen sticks  Like the catch in his throat  He's going down  And he sleeps in the dust  On a blanket she laid out for him, here