At dusk you took down the blinds
There was a choir in the street outside
Heads down with candle light licking our lips
And we call up and we bristle
The wind whisles like a cattle
Outside and we whisper and the choir keeps singing
Dead flowers and a little ship inside a little bottle
And we call up like hedgehogs and whisper to one another
At dusk you took down the blinds
There was a choir in the street outside
Heads down with candle light licking our lips
Dead flowers and a little ship inside a little bottle
And we call up like hedgehogs and whisper to one another