We go down like moles
Claws dig an endless hole
We descend on fours
Our snouts lead us onWe fall down without notes
And so we build a barren moat
Work through the night, our eyes opaque
Our fingers cold, kisses in rainWe fall down in pairs
Moles locked in a blind stare
Your pearly mouth, it cracks a smile
Without a sound, the blind lead blindWe, the animals of prey
Have become cannibals untamed
Under the stars the moles go far
Into the earth like a sinking stoneWe ascend as swans
Glide through blue waters calm
Exhausted head, it falls asleep
Under a rock, after the digWe wake up as swans
Songs sung for no one
Left in the night, the moles asleep
Forgotten prey, dead rodent stinkWe get up as swans
Big bird in a small pond
Our eyes are smiles, our fingers cold
Our lips are frowns, our toes have moldWe, the animals of prey
Have become cannibals untamed
Dug in the night, we use our spit
And make a moat where we play deadWe, the animals of prey
Have become cannibals untamed
Dug in the night, we use our spit
And make a moat where we play deadWe play dead, we play dead
We play dead, we play dead
We play dead, we play deadWe play dead, we play dead
We play dead
Songwriters
Joel GibbPublished by
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