Carpet of Horses - Red Red Meat

Lit deep, tin drops

Half the lights, shot out

The roof of your mouth

Back in your hollow, odd habits, odd

Lidded, stoned and guarded

You never take that face down anymore

Fever to sand, surgery lights

Head full of sin, shot out

Absinthe stutter, heaven knows

Needles off the sand

Carpet of horses from the plane

Shade fell

Shimmering flies in the pauses at your table

The flesh on your back, sparrows swallow

Scratch their way down into you

Lidded, stoned and guarded

If you let it in

Fever to sand, surgery lights

Head full of sin, shot out

Absinthe stutter, heaven knows

Needles off the sand

Carpet of horses from the plane…