Angela Carter Lyrics - Singles - Steve Kilbey

Angela Carter puts down her typewriter 

And stares at the snow 

Her bones getting brittle, hair turning whiter 

Such a long way to go 

Counting the stars in the sky 

Wondering just where we are 

Dreaming that you didn't die 

Morning isn't that far 

She lives in her own world 

She lives in her own world 

Tiny little toyshop, playing with fireworks 

She set fire to the Thames 

Nights at the circus, an army of lovers 

Like lightning to her friends 

Indian river runs deep 

Plunging right off of the page 

Are you awake or asleep? 

You think I would know by this stage 

Angela Carter puts down her typewriter 

And stares at the snow 

Her bones getting brittle, hair turning whiter 

Such a long way to go 

Reflections distorted by time 

Mirrors corrupted by youth 

Now that you don't have to lie 

Why don't you tell us the truth?