Five Lines Lyrics - Sleepwalkers - David Sylvian

Five lines 

Five lines 

With which he marked time 

Five lines flared from the ovens 

He pulled the ribbons from their hair 

With melodies beaten from the sheets of his mother 

Songs for the end of time 

Five lines 

Return the birds to their singing 

The sun fell, should we leave it to the foxes? 

The sun fell from the sky 

Leave it to its wits and its devices 

The sun fell from the sky in the form of a stag 

Buried deep in the forest 

And thats where he felled it 

A blow to the head 

That left it unconscious 

Nothing further was said 

Well set a place for him 

Well set a place then 

For he had tried 

Blood, bone, feathers to the sky 

Even in flight 

Nothing could have spared him 

Five lines 

Five lines flared from the oven 

Five lines with which he marked out time 

Leave him for the foxes 

Leave him for the foxes