Humid wood, you felt good And you shook your tangled hair down With the sweat in your eyes And all the black flies, under lidded skies You lie down there in the grasses On the clifftop, you remember salt stinging in your lashes Straight line of horizon, and the ocean painful wide Every time you come back here, you feel nothing And then you cry out all the strangeness You have carried all year Every crooked word spoken still ringing in your ears Like the whine of mosquitoes Ooh, oh, are you alone? With your cheek against the stone What do you think you know? ♪ Under lidded skies Under the rising clouds of black flies Under tangled branches way up High glinting in the last light You left, you got into the car Sink down into the fabric And can you close the heavy metal door? With your hands upon the plastic And can drive home into the cold So calm, like it don't matter Like slipping into a pond All the little waves roll and scatter