the town is crouching
a field of windmills waits, their stupid heads turning
stirring the night's bath

bundles of vapour hand over the factories
whose lights blink and loll like sleepy eyelids
the moth in the lighthouse breathes with its prehistoric parts
i feel the night snicker

it was here
tangled among the litter and old valentines
i found my coma leaking
a branch punched a hole
in the quiet that was keeping me
and suddenly all the sleep fell out

rolling over the hills in a dark warm wave
voices of the orphan choirs threaten to overwhelm
speeding through the skeletons of trees
pulling their bodies bent

the wind's terrible symphony
tore out my longing by the toes
my ears were emptied and renamed
the balm slid off like a bubble of oil and
died pitifully under the choirmaster's heel
i was gutted and clinging on like a dish rag

but so on fire with believing
that when the storm introduced itself
i put my finger in its mouth

Lyrics submitted by merchantpierce

Dark Room song meanings
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