Produced by Neil Kennedy at The Ranch Production House, Southampton, July 2020.
lyrics
First blush cold rush
Is it that time again
When the world’s your secret
Red wine on the lens
Feet wade fog fades
Past lock twenty four
Use the break of day
To get away from it all
Dog sweats place bets
On this pearly morn
Store your evenings thinking on the basin Don’t fade away fade away fade away
I’m awake I’m awake
Thoughts breaking
legs shaking in the infant light
The dog starts to pull
the leather wraps tight
There’s a figure bound to a tree by the mews Ropes tie wrists
Naked body in a noose
Cold to touch with a blue upper lip
You tore down the soul
Wrapped a tissue round the rips
Raw, wet, bleeding out
I wonder if he ever carried a doubt
What will the town come to think
Of the private life of a desperate kink
I see this was a desire to be
Vulnerable in a state of ecstasy
How will the headlines print their name One of mystery? One of shame?
It was an act of danger said the nova news This is the story of the morning mews
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