Pram Lyrics

Sargasso Sea

Loose Threads

Something's gone and something's over
You put the pieces of yourself together
Put them all into a suitcase
Wait for the next man, wait for the next place

You think there's a better a place for you
Where everything will be brand new
And there you'll find yourself safe again
You won't make the same mistakes again

All your anger and misgivings
Tie your shoes up, polish your mask
But all your anger and misgivings
Makes you tattered round the edges

Next time someone comes along
Gets close enough to pull a loose thread
All of you comes crashing down
And there you are back where you started

Little Scars

When I'm at your mercy
When I'm at your fingertips
It could rain all night on my nakedness
And I wouldn't notice a thing

Leave your little scars my dear
With your sharp words sculpture my heart

When I breathe hard on the cold glass
And my face disappears it seems;
Write your name in the wetness
And in the letters I can once more exist

And in the closeness of our breathing
I picture myself a million miles away

Earthing and Protection

I carry this torn world like a weight
In my heart
I nurse this infant world by day
In my arms

But when my love comes along
I find a haven in his eyes
And when my love comes along
I find a haven in his arms

At night I can be free to care for just two
The world is far away
And innocently blue

Three Wild Georges

The sound that comes
From the upstairs room
Is like the sound of my stranded heart
The sound of something
Alive and adraid
Is like my stranded heart

Helpless bird, beat on in vain
Beat out your life
On the windowpane
Remember the sun
Remember the light
And the freedom of flight

Afraid of the shadows
Of the dark world inside
It struggles to be free
Afraid of the snares
Of the dark world inside
It struggles to be free

Serpentine

Suddenly I notice that the brightness of the day
Makes the shadows darker, makes the shadows deeper
As they creep from the corners and a feeling in myself
As if I were weighted down with lead

Somebody's whistling in the winter sunlight
Some old bitter song that makes me want to shiver

All the hours are hanging as if caught on celluloid
Reeling ever closer, coiling ever tighter
As if they conspired to conceal from me
The secret of my gloom

Crooked Tiles

The sky keeps on weeping
The sun is sleeping
Don't wake the moon
The light would show the cracks in her face

The earth on its ancient last legs
Wobbles round the sun
Like a drunk around a lamp post
And I shut my mouth sore from cursing
And my eyes that are tired of seeing

If I could shake off this feeling
Of being guilty for living
Of never doing what others wanted
Of simply being inconvenient

Then suddenly the sun could warm me
To the marrow of my skeleton
My mind could ride the breezes
Hover and flutter in the cold air

Sea Swells and Distant Squalls

I know a place, a beautiful place
Where the moon kisses the sea
In nighttime embrace
Forever and ever

And there I'll let the warm salt tongue
Of the sea, wash over me, wash over me
Wash over me

There's the scent of flowers
That bloom in the night
Dropping their petals in the silver light
Forever and ever

You can hear the secret
Of the shell, as it whispers to you
As it can tell
How a distant squall becomes a
Gentle sea swell
Sea swell