Hung on a Thin Thread-White Hinterland

[ti:Hung on a Thin Thread] [ar:White Hinterland] [al:Phylactery Factory] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Hung on a Thin Thread - White Hinterland [00:15.69]Come along in my mackinaw [00:18.39]I'll point you where you need to go [00:22.25]Though our path may bend and yaw [00:26.06]You won't get lost [00:27.64] [00:30.35]With my pointed prow and square stern [00:34.22]We'll use our arms for oars [00:37.51]To spoor little schools of fish [00:40.79]Make festoon shaped grooves in the fickle waves [00:45.59] [00:47.95]'Til the howling wind ushers us to leave [00:53.66] [00:59.91]Out at sea for days [01:01.96] [01:02.85]I sleep most afternoons away [01:06.73]And you anxiously compass us [01:09.58]'Til we see land [01:11.72] [01:13.93]But the land we knew [01:15.47] [01:15.98]Was now a new landscape [01:19.17] [01:21.12]And the howling wind ushered us to leave [01:25.97] [01:26.91]But you wanted a closer look [01:29.32] [01:36.46]Then gripped to the rail [01:38.83]How our cheeks turned pale [01:41.03]To see the flying machines near clip the houses [01:46.15]And throw kisses to the sandbar [01:49.46] [01:51.27]Little tendrils of smoke trailing out of the exhaust [01:58.43]In parabolic wakes [02:00.75] [02:01.40]Swooping low like gulls [02:05.17]Causing the town to tremor and to shake [02:10.41] [02:12.54]It was clear that city was nothing [02:15.70]But an aluminium piece of junk [02:20.90] [02:28.20]Oh and the howling wind ushered us to leave [02:36.82] [02:38.24]But we couldn't move [02:40.48]We stood forever changed [02:44.18] [02:45.69]When something ends [02:47.48] [02:48.88]Something has to begin [02:51.34] [03:04.50]When the filaments of fiber [03:07.75]From their flares caught afire [03:11.29]Your hair looked like spark on a wire [03:15.69]I would have paid my last dollar [03:18.09] [03:18.81]To see you lambent like that [03:23.43] [03:27.31]Lit by the light of ten thousand shackled suns [03:33.73]Being hung on a thing thread [03:38.92] [03:42.07]Sift amongst the debris [03:44.52]For half hearted dreams [03:46.51]Remnants of pocket change [03:49.03] [03:49.82]Pretty frilly thrown away things [03:52.69] [03:56.68]Gauze and dust and shards of glass [03:59.55] [04:00.52]Bricks and bended straws [04:02.86]And greyhounds' teeth [04:04.56]And the howling wind ushered us to leave