Current-93 - The Magical Bird In The Magical Woods lyrics

I saw the slot of the sun

The final cut of the sun

Start like a hare

Over the shoddy grey walls

I saw you dimple and crease

And turn a card from the pack

By your bed

As though swords, cups, discs and wands

Might tumble into your head

And give you a glimmer of something profound

But your gods made no sound

The gods made no sound

Your gods made no sound

You were cartwheel and sommersault

But not at your ease

I was not at my ease

As through unfolding vistas

Of dullness and deadness

I saw the metal buckets

Fatigued and buckled

With nimbus of rustflowers

In sheds by the lake

I was already falling and fallen and lost

And it was not at your cost

And I was not at my ease

And it was not at your cost

By aimless pools with no surprise

I counted the flickerings of your eyes

And saw the magical bird

In the magical woods

Fly over the hills

And far away

From the sea it's you I see

By the glowing seashore it was you that I saw:

The magical bird in the magical woods