Track Insight / Lyrics
You drift where the pine needles lay.
Your wings are the color of grey.
You circle the wire and the pole.
A hunger that swallows your soul.
Oh, pale wing hum in the night.
Searching for a fake kind of light.
Spinning round a glass humming bulb.
Until the morning comes to engulf.
The telephone hums in your ear.
A signal that brings you too near.
You beat on the cold heavy glass.
Watching the midnight hours pass.
Oh, pale wing hum in the night.
Searching for a fake kind of light.
Spinning round a glass humming bulb.
Until the morning comes to engulf.
The cedar is thick and it's black.
There is no more turning you back.
You crave the white heat of the spark.
To pull your small ghost from the dark.
Oh, pale wing hum in the night.
Searching for a fake kind of light.
Spinning round a glass humming bulb.
Until the morning comes to engulf.
The oil in the lamp starts to dry.
The salt of the ocean is high.
The tide pulls the shoreline away.
You fight for a glimpse of the day.
The sun hits the top of the hill.
The humming grows sudden and still.
You fall to the damp forest floor.
You cannot search for light anymore.
Oh, pale wing hum in the night.
Searching for a fake kind of light.
Spinning round a glass humming bulb.
Until the morning comes to engulf.
Humming low, humming deep.
Now the pale wing goes to sleep.
