Lyrics These Drinkers - Kitchens Of Distinction

These Drinkers

Switch off the noises with the drunks
Pull around the fire until there’s burnt hands
And the moon is the fattest and the fullest
And it’s a god with ideas of mirth
Oh switch off the sun with these painful eyes
The sight of anything is too much to do
Turn to the wall to wet your feet
Blinded deaf and happy at least
Turn off the noises of incessant voices
That tell this and lie about whatever
The only weapon is a beautiful fresh bottle
With memory collapsing under its tidal waves
The stars are vibrating signs
Advertising names and faces and places of monsters
Unplugging the lot because there’s not enough dark
In which to hide not even to sleep
Not even to sleep with these drinkers
The bright pain of nightmare
And the loss of all reason
Brings no such releases
Nowhere to climb anymore