Wilderness (2008)

With your mauve
Pillow.
And your laddered tights
With your neat
Covers.
And your midnight
Eyes.

With your sisters in
The suburbs.
With your ballerina’s
Grace.

You smile and
I am blessed.
You laugh and
I am possessed.

You climb
The clouds caress.
Yes, I am blessed.
Yes, I am blessed.

With your grey
Denim.
And your hostile
life.
With your teeth
Missing.
And you mystic eyes.

With your tenderness
And trouble.
With your son
Against your breast.

You smile and
I am blessed.
You laugh and
I am possessed.

You climb
The clouds caress.
Yes, I am blessed.
Yes, I am blessed.

You smile and
I am blessed.
You lie and
I am dust.

And you ride
London’s wilderness.
Yes, I am blessed.
Yes, I am blessed.

Wilderness (2008)

As I sit and watch
The summertime,
And the shadow of
The cranes.
By the branches of
The cedar tree
And the beating of
The day.

You are the rose
Within my soul.
You are the reason
Why the wind blows.
By the meeting of
The roads
I will hold you
In my arms again.

And we'll sit under
The cedar tree
As the city
Fades away.
By the places
Where the blossom falls
And the shadow of
The cranes.

You are the rose
Within my soul,
You are the reason
Why the rain flows.
By the meeting of
The roads
I will hold you
In my arms again.

By the branches of
The cedar tree,
There's a bench
Beside the lake.
Take the bridge
Over the Serpentine,
And I'll see you
Once again.

Brett Anderson (2007)

Nothing ever goes right
Nothing really flows in my life
No one really cares if no one ever shares my care
People push by with fear in their eyes in my life

Love is dead, love is dead

The telephone rings, but no one ever thinks to speak to me
The traffic speeds by, but no one's ever stopped too late
Intelligent friends don't care in the end, believe me

Love is dead, love is dead

And plastic people with imaginary smiles
Exchanging secrets at the back of their minds
Plastic people
Plastic people

Nothing ever goes right
Nothing really flows in my life
No one really cares if this horror's inside my head

People push by with fear in their eyes in my life

Love is dead, love is dead
Love is dead, love is dead
Love is dead, love is dead

And all the lies that you've given us
And all the things things that you said

And all the lies that you've given us...
Blow like wind in my head

Brett Anderson (2007)

Wipe the winter from your pillow
Take the cups from the machine
Vapor trails in the clear blue sky
Spell your name in Japanese

One lazy morning when life is a breeze
One lazy morning am I gonna find Jesus in me?

Does he watch me when I'm sleeping
Like a psycho on the leads?
Does he hear what I am thinking?
Does he care what I believe?

One lazy morning when life is a breeze
One lazy morning am I gonna find Jesus in me?

Brett Anderson (2007)

Called you on your private number
Left a message on your mobile phone
Even tried the operator
When I call, no one's home
Trying just so hard to reach you
Try to keep this thing alive
You are the woman I need to speak to
Didn't you know there's a monster inside

Brett Anderson (2007)

Now my body is sand and the wind blows through me
Like the soil on your hand I am compost and leaves