Lyrics Bernadette - Shriekback

Bernadette

In the stabland of the city
We sit relatively pretty
Dyspeptic grey
The sun limps down
Still the Jezebelles are ringing
This furniture is singing
Periodic tables and the black hole chairs
Now the stars are all aligning
Resolute and shining
Weaving in the fables
And the falling tears
All your wanton burning of the youthful flame
Think again
Bernadette
And there’s too much noise from the cruel, cruel mouth
North and south
Bernadette
When beauty starts to fall apart
The savage eye and beating heart of darkness
Blessed darkness
My hinterland and winterland and wonderland
I understand you too well
Only too well
Bernadette
We overstepped the mark
Tigers after sharks
Bernadette
Bernadette
We never looked behind
Crueler to be kind
Bernadette
Bernadette