Ballerina, breathe
Doubled night, cohere

Nothing here is quite the same
Songbirds singing new refrains
Palpitations on the train and
Static in the grass

You just can’t place it as you move
Through nights and days and mornings lost
But everything you see tonight
Is different from itself

You’re an empty face
In an empty house
You’re an empty face
In an empty house

Birds fly in from Africa
Birds fly in from Africa
Every day is closer
But still something hesitates

Nights that sing with car alarms
Broken mains and summer storms
What is it I’m living for?
What am I living for?
You’re an empty face
In an empty house
You’re an empty face
In an empty house

Ballerina, breathe
Doubled night, cohere

I don’t know why
I’m wasting my time
Walking these avenues

Stars drift in lines
From bones into eyes
Everything flowers inside

Inside
Inside
Inside

When all the towers have fallen away
In the lee of the wind, on the west estate
We’ll put the kettle on and hear the school bell sing
Now you and I, we’re holding the line
We’ll light the lamps against winter time
I’ll catch you if you fall, don’t be afraid
Let me in, bride of the whin
I’ll come knocking at your door
I’ll see you again
Here you come, into the sun
Vine leaves, constellations, you are here for everyone

When all the towers have fallen away
In the lee of the wind, on the west estate
We’ll put the kettle on and hear the school bell sing
Now you and I, we’re holding the line
We’ll light the lamps against winter time
I’ll catch you if you fall don’t be afraid