The Sleeper then awoke / all out of tune
To the fog slow-moving under cover
Through the blood red earth of another

But who will pay for all these mistakes
Your brow is a rippled lake
And we can’t take their shape

He’s holding on the phone again

The clue’s in your ticking clock
In the corner of his office
Losing his name for the margins of a profit

But when the beam misses spotting the mark
And all the things holding us together
Slip out of the sink / bringing the weather

We’ll forever live through an answer phone

But I never check my answer phone

I know I shouldn’t have walked out / on to the ice / something in me went awry / I didn’t think twice

But I never checked my answer phone / I never check my answer phone / I never check my answer phone/ I never check my answer phone