The Owl Service
by Pram
From the album: The Museum of Imaginary Animals
Track 1 of 10 on The Museum of Imaginary Animals (2000).
Duration: 04:13
Lyrics for The Owl Service
The road is long and made of sand and grit The trees loom up against the sky The turnip moon makes a song of the lake And all I know is heartache The night is a tender velvet cloak Lined in mist, edged in starlight The waters rise and threaten to drown the shore A boat to cross the water what I long for Animals, darkness, and trees Between me and where I live Animals, darkness, and trees Between me and where I live This valley's dammed to serve only one purpose It's history condemned it to engulfment The bones of houses show in the summertime A row of gate-less gateposts standing in line The night's so quiet, I can hear the snails crawl Cutting the leaves they smear with silver The scent of my own fear fills the air The sound of my own breathing makes me shiver Animals, darkness, and trees Between me and where I live Animals, darkness, and trees Between me and where I live Animals, darkness, and trees Between me and where I live Animals, darkness, and trees Between me and where I live Animals, darkness, and trees Between me and where I live Animals, darkness, and trees Between me and where I live