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The House in Which We Live - Live 1992-03-??
Track #NA - Misc Live Songs // By: David Sylvian & Robert Fripp
We enter the circle, chairs are burning
Lights up colours and cornices
Needles parch and inject the air with moisture
With a small movement, walk up some steps, into the moving eye of God
The coarse chatters and sounds of many a people
Framework binds the skin, pulling tight
No sleep, lying in the dugout
Held by the sound of the blood beat
We build the hard walls
High on sand
Let water in ‘til I’m overflowing
Seal the doors with
Stars and kisses
Coloured shadows hidden home
Like figures on a bed of coal
Full moons rise up
And forgive
We climb the ladder
Descending low
To reach the grounds
Of the house in which we live
Like figures on a bed of coal
Full moons rise up
And forgive
We climb the ladder
Descending low
To reach the grounds
Of the house in which we live