Cataract - White Hinterland

On our bed the curtain’s falling

Against the din

Of a descending hush

And though the night

Bent to kiss my bare shoulders

I could not keep out the dark

Without any warning

Is there no good news I can tell you?

Is there nothing that’ll shake you

From your blackest moods

And your spells of mercury?

Is there nothing you can tell me?

Is there nothing that will shake me

When my temper starts to unfurl?

Who was the first to fall?

Without any warning

Even though you may be

Out of the picture, baby

You can still call on me

From time to time

Even though I may be

Out of your picture, darling

You can rely on me

From time to time