Backchannels Lyrics - Jet Plane And Oxbow - Shearwater

Oh, when you whistle down the wind 

When you needle the dark with your mind 

When you're firing volleys of words in an arc 

When you're snuffing out all that's still alive 

And a droplet falls 

From the dropper's eye 

Blooms like a wave 

That slowly overruns all of your days 

And slips the caul 

From off your eyes 

You face alone 

A fear that's dragging us all in its wake 

And you kill the lights 

I know 

You're in the river now 

And you yield to the water's embrace 

And you lie like a stone on the banks, giving out 

As it carries off all of our names 

I know that sound 

I know what it likes 

I know it feels 

Like all the guns of a battery trained 

Right at your eyes 

Because it's real 

Because it pulls 

A thread of slowly unraveling days 

Annihilates 

Your mother tongue 

Your only light 

But hold this sound 

Follow it all the way 

And put down the knife 

The night is here 

But still is spinning out stars in its wake 

And that stubborn light 

Pools in your heart 

Warm and nacreous, baby 

The milk of sighs 

And dreams