Belly Of The Whale - Guy Garvey

That house broke my back

That house I built skinned my knuckles

That house I built picked my pockets

And buckled every joint

It pointed from youth and any truth I knew

Towards a painted sundown on a break your nose horizon

It isn’t mine, that house, that house I built I realised

Turn my eyes to barnacles beneath a leaden hat of daily shame

I cannot speak its name but I would walk into its mouth and I would breakfast

in the belly of the whale

I cannot speak its name but I would walk into its mouth and I would breakfast

in the belly of the whale

I cannot speak its name but I would walk into its mouth and I would breakfast

in the belly of the whale

I cannot speak its name but I would walk into its mouth and I would breakfast

in the belly of the whale

That house I built skinned my knuckles

That house I built picked my pockets

That house broke my back

And buckled every joint

It pointed from youth and any truth I knew

Towards a painted sundial breaking the horizon

It isn’t mine, that house, that house I built I realised

Turn my eyes to barnacles beneath a leaden hat of daily shame

I cannot speak its name but I would walk into its mouth and I would breakfast

in the belly of the whale

I cannot speak its name but I would walk into its mouth and I would breakfast

in the belly of the whale

I cannot speak its name but I would walk into its mouth and I would breakfast

in the belly of the whale

I cannot speak its name but I would walk into its mouth and I would breakfast

in the belly of the whale