| Song | Track Five |
| Artist | Scott Walker |
| Album | Five Easy Pieces |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| It's a starving reflection | |
| if he dies in the night | |
| listening to the increase. | |
| It cuts out your likeness | |
| in blood circulations | |
| suspended beneath a release. | |
| A low volume force feed | |
| lower than pity | |
| slips across under the heart | |
| and your hostage rewinding | |
| from every eclipse | |
| rolls in the voltage | |
| run-off rain on his lips. | |
| We chew up the blackness | |
| to some high sleep | |
| travel a faster silence. | |
| One to go long again | |
| in the going – | |
| – gone again. | |
| Full stare passages | |
| striking less face; | |
| outside on the move | |
| a shattered heart pace | |
| greases the fade; | |
| sinking the blood back | |
| breaking to where loaded icons wade. | |
| Eyesides catch far awake | |
| in a cols sanctuary. | |
| Pain sonics eternities | |
| all through themoves. | |
| A first communication | |
| tears loose undelivered | |
| and swims unassigned | |
| in your dimmed latitudes. | |
| And the heat from the shore | |
| melts down to recieve us; | |
| floodlit foreheads | |
| howled open and so nearly blessed | |
| as they soften round dog-joys | |
| of unfinished strangers | |
| rubbed out on a point | |
| afterburning |
| It' s a starving reflection | |
| if he dies in the night | |
| listening to the increase. | |
| It cuts out your likeness | |
| in blood circulations | |
| suspended beneath a release. | |
| A low volume force feed | |
| lower than pity | |
| slips across under the heart | |
| and your hostage rewinding | |
| from every eclipse | |
| rolls in the voltage | |
| runoff rain on his lips. | |
| We chew up the blackness | |
| to some high sleep | |
| travel a faster silence. | |
| One to go long again | |
| in the going | |
| gone again. | |
| Full stare passages | |
| striking less face | |
| outside on the move | |
| a shattered heart pace | |
| greases the fade | |
| sinking the blood back | |
| breaking to where loaded icons wade. | |
| Eyesides catch far awake | |
| in a cols sanctuary. | |
| Pain sonics eternities | |
| all through themoves. | |
| A first communication | |
| tears loose undelivered | |
| and swims unassigned | |
| in your dimmed latitudes. | |
| And the heat from the shore | |
| melts down to recieve us | |
| floodlit foreheads | |
| howled open and so nearly blessed | |
| as they soften round dogjoys | |
| of unfinished strangers | |
| rubbed out on a point | |
| afterburning |
| It' s a starving reflection | |
| if he dies in the night | |
| listening to the increase. | |
| It cuts out your likeness | |
| in blood circulations | |
| suspended beneath a release. | |
| A low volume force feed | |
| lower than pity | |
| slips across under the heart | |
| and your hostage rewinding | |
| from every eclipse | |
| rolls in the voltage | |
| runoff rain on his lips. | |
| We chew up the blackness | |
| to some high sleep | |
| travel a faster silence. | |
| One to go long again | |
| in the going | |
| gone again. | |
| Full stare passages | |
| striking less face | |
| outside on the move | |
| a shattered heart pace | |
| greases the fade | |
| sinking the blood back | |
| breaking to where loaded icons wade. | |
| Eyesides catch far awake | |
| in a cols sanctuary. | |
| Pain sonics eternities | |
| all through themoves. | |
| A first communication | |
| tears loose undelivered | |
| and swims unassigned | |
| in your dimmed latitudes. | |
| And the heat from the shore | |
| melts down to recieve us | |
| floodlit foreheads | |
| howled open and so nearly blessed | |
| as they soften round dogjoys | |
| of unfinished strangers | |
| rubbed out on a point | |
| afterburning |