Jealous of the Birds - Kosiskelu Lyrics

The moon, the silver plate, silver plate is cracked, the crab's back bleached with sun, the
stacks
of basalt pillars by the pier. You standing near
with all those Russian novels in your head, fingernails freshly painted red, soft against the
bed.
I want the smell of me, smell of me to cling to your clothes when you walk through
the city or sit in repose like sweet Sappho. Touch electric blue, I think of you carrying flowers
through the cobbles of the zoo.
To know you when you are alone as wren in winter, (you are withoutwithin) to see you
dance upon the tiles of a Turkish temple, (you are withoutwithin) to hear you laughing in
the lounge at late night TV, (you are withoutwithin) to wrap my arms around your waist at
indie discos, (you are withoutwithin) oh, to be so blessed.

Snow began to fall -- first snowfall outside
the concert hall. The wind whipped your shawl, carried whispers, siren calls and alcohol.
Kiss by the walls of the empty street, never discreet, warmed by whiskey neat, blue notes and
offbeats.
To know you when you are alone as wren in winter, (you are withoutwithin) to see you
dance upon the tiles of a Turkish temple, (you are withoutwithin) to hear you laughing in
the lounge at late night TV, (you are withoutwithin) to wrap my arms around your waist at
indie discos, (you are withoutwithin) oh, to be so blessed.
(d r e a m)