| Blue streaked shellfish sinking low draws green of life | |
| From where I stand her thoughts are blind, ever remains unseen | |
| From where I stand her thoughts are blind, ever remains unseen | |
| Cows of red, hills of red stained by a blood shot eye | |
| She sings behind the lid of life followed by the sky | |
| She sings behind the lid of life followed by the sky | |
| Cows of red, hills of red stained by a blood shot eye | |
| She sings behind the lid of life followed by the sky | |
| She sings behind the lid of life followed by the sky | |
| Tinfoil puddles, reflections of us steamed up the coming of dusk | |
| Complaints to the gas board, turn out the light |