Lyrics

Thin Red Lines

Elegant wastrel in the heat of her calm
a smile like an ice-pick you lay down your arms
you warm me and warn me in the hold of your fire
nothing drags me down so low
but nothing ever ever takes me higher

We found us some refuge in the churn of our times
we learned that we’re guilty of every crime
step away from the window, slip away come disappear
if no-one ever saw us
nobody will notice we were here

Haul away, sail away, all the way
cling to me baby
when there’s no hope of safety
there’s no escaping
we could live, we could laugh, we could last
all through the morning
when we’re thrown from our history
only the mystery remains