Ever Rotating Sky Lyrics by David Thomas Broughton
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Tapping and tisking in the corner
Slowly cooking in the softness
To have glued my hand in place
Slap my body into true definition
A fire turns inside my guts
And my face, and my face screws up
In delight, in delight

Like the violation of your body
Like the pieces they fall into the holes
Like the flakes of skin in my mouth
Ah, like the ever rotating sky

The violation of your body
The pieces they fall into the holes
The flakes of skin in my mouth
The petals are trodden into the carpet
This sentiment carries no weight
(Like the ever rotating sky)

To have felt the depths of life
And the drowning shallows of death
The storm of the half-sleep, the half-sleeping storm
Out of the blackness of incompletion
Into the politics of inconsequence
(Like the ever rotating sky)
Tapping and tisking in the corner   Slowly cooking in the softness   To have glued my hand in place   Slap my body into true definition   A fire turns inside my guts   And my face, and my face screws up   In delight, in delight      Like the violation of your body   Like the pieces they fall into the holes   Like the flakes of skin in my mouth   Ah, like the ever rotating sky      The violation of your body   The pieces they fall into the holes   The flakes of skin in my mouth   The petals are trodden into the carpet   This sentiment carries no weight   (Like the ever rotating sky)      To have felt the depths of life   And the drowning shallows of death   The storm of the half-sleep, the half-sleeping storm   Out of the blackness of incompletion   Into the politics of inconsequence   (Like the ever rotating sky)