Cirrhosis of the Zither - A Friend's House Lyrics

Up towards the Point
Emerging from the trees
Soon you will be waltzing
Flattening the feet
Of the people who
Shared the days that made you
You'll be in a dimming living room
With every odd stacked in your favour

By the time the wine wanes
You'll be lying by the fire
With the Bulgarian State Television Female Vocal Choir
Your hosts will drift off slowly
Like dandelion seeds
Like flower children in the chill winds of 1970

Soon you'll be waking at a friend's house
Waking at a

Born into discord
The ceiling high and strange
Your memory will tune up
You are welcome you are safe
No distortion in that feeling
Just the chorus flying west
Just singing squares of sunlight
Falling on a borrowed bed

Oh what a gift to be alone
Amongst another's books and tights
The terminal moraine
Of their gently inching life
The photos
The bracelets
The half-finished linocuts
To be trusted with their armour
And with their naked loves

To be waking at a friend's house
Waking at a friend's house
Waking at a friend's house
Waking at a friend's

Reading in the kitchen
A girl will make you eggs
She just got back from London
'You must be a mate of Steph's?'

The worst of times will whisper
From a radio/cassette
But humanity can't be a lost cause yet
No humanity can't be a lost cause yet

Not when you're waking at a friend's house
Waking at a friend's house
Waking at a friend's house
Waking at a