All Signs of Life - Alison Moyet
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
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 the signs of life
His body 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
All the signs of life
All the signs of life
All the signs of life
All the signs of life here
