The voices in your head have borrowed something from the night
The bullets in your head have lodged discreetly out of sight
The broken sticks have found their way out of sight
They've found their way into your covered eyes
The rabbit's throat is open underneath the swollen sky
The serried ranks of bitter men have turned into the wind
The great machines are on their way, the ships are rolling in
The ravens stand together, deep in conversation
And a million tiny points of light surround you in the sky
Sinking sound
Satellites grow weary and begin to dream aloud
The dark machines see clearly for the first time up to now
Just like black flies we collect a little bit of each
Head towards a place that's always slightly out of reach
Air in a softer key
Softest bite
Lord
What is wrong?
Don't you mind?
Your breath used to tell
Your breath used to tell
Your breath used to tell
Heart softest bite
Heart softest bite
Heart softest bite
Heart softest bite
Heart softest bite
Heart softest bite
Heart softest bite
Heart softest bite







Oh heart softest bite



Heart Very soft
Heart Soft Translation
Satellites grow weary
And begin to dream aloud
The dark machines see clearly
For the first time up to now
Just as like black flies we collect
A little bit of each
We head towards a place
That's always slightly out of reach