Human Blues Lyrics by The Sleeping Years

So poor moon,
With a cursed hand I rent my days,
Lost in the woods,
The curls and throats I never made.

Blackened boughs and starlight shivering,
Cobalt blues to crown my little home.

Head for shore,
Got whins to raze, got clouds to spoil.
For crow-miles I roll.
You stopped staring skywards years ago.

I stank of madness in your cities,
Sleeping foes and towers in my way.

The clamber starts –
The push and pull, the marking out with hearts in mouths,
Those precious traits you’re holding fast,
You keep on holding fast.

So poor moon, With a cursed hand I rent my days, Lost in the woods, The curls and throats I never made. Blackened boughs and starlight shivering, Cobalt blues to crown my little home. Head for shore, Got whins to raze, got clouds to spoil. For crow-miles I roll. You stopped staring skywards years ago. I stank of madness in your cities, Sleeping foes and towers in my way. The clamber starts – The push and pull, the marking out with hearts in mouths, Those precious traits you’re holding fast, You keep on holding fast.