The Moat Lyrics

Turn it all still

Onwards we ravage and spur on the trail
Whose carving brought the hunters a fox and his tail
You moon at the treetops and spread your arms wide
And wonder if the truffle could care for the swine

The new-creased pleats are bending
Under forces never-ending
From the lifted toe to the pointed knee
We thread our hook between the trees

So let the cowardice take and the bravery make
The beds that we lie in
Although the constant bore of the redundant chore
Shows the love you've been given

And with the creaking knee beneath the living tree, we press on
As if the wandering kite could muster the might
To tell us "Don't go on"

We let the cheap-seats sell, turn the moat to a well
And let the blood go, what's bleeding?
And if our ship starts tacking, star-crossed we are lacking
A feeling not fleeting

Turn it off still it's too late
Turn it all still