Every Force Evolves a Form - Shriekback

Every thought burns into substance

Every dream turns into something on a T-shirt

Every glance becomes a romance

(One little word and you can’t keep it in your pants)

Every shout becomes a ziggurat

And every prayer becomes a citadel or car-park

Every curse becomes a human sacrifice

Every good idea becomes a lifetime’s work for someone

Watch that time those holy words

They all make tracks that your feet just have to follow

Every force evolves a form

Every urge leads to something you can sit on

Every force evolves a form

Every impulse ends up as something you can hang your hat on

Every put-down becomes a dungeon

And every prejudice turns into broken glass and bludgeons

Every mystery turns into something you can see

And every small desire turns into something you can buy or hire

Watch those seeds those gentle words

They all make traps you can lose your fucking leg in

Every force evolves a form

Every urge leads to something you can sit on

Every force evolves a form

Every impulse ends up as something you can hang your hat on

Every thought burns into substance

Every dream turns into something on a T-shirt

Every glance becomes a romance

(One little word and you can’t keep it in your pants)

They float above us like a cloud

And no one knows where the rain will end up falling

Every force evolves a form

Every urge leads to something you can sit on

Every force evolves a form

Every impulse ends up as something you can hang your hat on

Every force evolves a form

Every force evolves a force evolves a form…

(Repeats and fades)