Johnny Flynn Follow

Well, it’s time unremembered since the nameless left
What a wake trailed those eyes of the storm
And I know you had some trouble with your heart bereft
It’s hard to keep a lonely heart warm

They don’t carry coals North
You won’t have any help
There’s a measure of time in your drink
Can’t trust that in the next one
You won’t be back on the same shelf
So pitch time to do or die, to float or sink

And we live on the steel yard reels of information
And we love along the white lines in the middle of the road
And our care lies in the telegraph poles and the taxi to the station
And you know the one that died became some elemental code

And what was the song that was playing in the café when we heard?
Wasn’t one of the greats, but it rang through me for a moment
Something about a murder, a brood, a fleet, a flock of birds

Now the spheres of your loving are cast adrift
To the shores of another land
And the packers and the movers haven’t time to lift
Any more than what lies to hand

Now the border of reality is the most crowded any place
Where a myth can be a public dream
To the throes of this existence, you’ll take your lovely’s face
As the light slips out of every seam
As the key turns, we burn brightly
An effervescent lover
In a last kiss with a dew drop
As the sun begins to fall
And in darkness please tread lightly
Oh, see what you discover
In the feeling, oh, the feeling of the elemental call

And what was the song that was playing in the café when we heard?
Wasn’t one of the greats, but it rang through me for a moment
Something about a murder, a brood, a fleet, a flock of birds
Something about a murder, a brood, a fleet, a flock of birds