The Windows Are Ringing   Shaking Night-Nights For Angels   Rattling Throats Up And Down On A Beam.      Cooling The Hearts   Cooling The Plasma   Keeping Ice Junkies Packed Hard On A Seam      The Other Side Of A Prowler   The Dead Still Search The Living.      At Least There We Did Not Not Fail.      Coming To In The Overcast   Tracks Are Still Flowing.      At Least There He Does Not Wail.      Psalms Of Your Hands   Sung Into The Lateness   Move A Circuit On The White   And He Can't Feel A Thing.      Gone Always Alone To All You Are Never   He Climbs Into Your Mouth   When The Windows Ring.      The Windows Are Ringing   Shaking Dead Men For Angels   Hissing Brains Boiling Up   Pressed To The Bone      Uncoils The Wire Whole Night Long   Bumping Out Through The Eye In Knots.      Sweet Hot Numbers   Sweet Hots   Bumping Out Through The Eye   On A Wire Of Knots.      Sweet Hot Numbers   Sweet Hots   Bumping Out Thru The Eye   On A Wire Of Knots.      Psalms Of Your Hands   Sung Into The Lateness   Move A Circuit On The White   And He Can't Feel A Thing.      Gone Always Alone To All You Are Never   He Climbs Into Your Mouth   When The Windows Ring.