Lyrics Black Net - Desperate Journalist

Black Net

You phone inanimate homes, they’re waiting there for you
In your car without a driver
Blank tanks are barrelling up the lawn and crashing into
The screen doors as you hide there
As the attic grins wide, a rustling from the flowerbed
The creature stalks to find you
Eyes bright, like lovers, like death, in the shadow of its head
Oh the tingling inside you
And against the wheeling blue sky
A lovely black net
And against the wheeling blue sky
A lovely black net
The sound of dizzying cries from schoolyards down the way
Oh a paper faded pale
Remember stumbling over words on guilty days
Oh the hidden sweet exhale
The dark omniscience of the figure in the driveway
As you dive beneath the linen
Swept down to cover her mouth that made you come alive
Oh the secret limbs beginning
And against the wheeling blue sky
A lovely black net
And against the wheeling blue sky
A lovely black net