#trish keenan
Now, the dead who walk in dreams
Point south to where you sleep
Waste time no more they heed.
So if it’s in our mind
I speak across the night
Walk from your dream to mine.
*I’m not sure if these lyrics are exactly right, but they’re what I hear from the song.
Her moss of sleep upon the bark of night,
Her surf of dreams upon the tide of rest;
So do we lie;
The lark of now into the song of sky;
Our leaf of love upon the tree of time
－ Ronald Duncan
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Broadcast - Winter Now, at Manchester, Night and Day (2005)
“Oh, my heart waits in winter now.”
Full set video of Broadcast performing at The Magic Stick, Detroit, MI 11/10/2000.
