Bowed Depths
Across the heather, we walk in steps of seven (mmmmm)
The air is heavy,
the ground is cold and grey
We leave no trace,
just the sound of counting breaths (haaaah)
And the wind takes it all away (ooh-ooh)
To the quiet of the bay
We are drifting in the sway
A sudden silence before the storm returns (ahhhh)
The modular pulse is clicking in the dark No drums to guide
us, we find our own way back
And the wind takes it all away (ooh-ooh)
To the quiet of the bay
We are drifting in the sway
Drifting in the sway...
In the sway... (mmmmm)