Songtexte Clouds At Teatime - Current 93

On the beach, we kissed
And missed the news
Driving down to the sea
Oh, the radio streams on
"The signs are real"
"Well, that's prophecy in the minor clowns", I said
"There's time for the Death Guard
And plenty left over
For the breath of the children who slip along their life"

If here there is silence
And then some joy
You're half-way on the way
To the half-signs that loll
By thе side of your head
Check thе script too
That sleeps by that head
On the bed is oil and water
Just clouds at teatime
Well... anyway

If under a city
Is trouble or stroke
If over the city, torment and sing
Move back dark chains
Block mask and night-light
Hide your candle from the police
And all arrives and strike faces like queen
And all arise and strike faces like king

Within that city set upon a hill
I am not me anymore, not I at all
And if a comet eats her tails
And the words stream ceaseless around
Sounds smoke in meaning
Sparks as signs and stars
In this book, I see that

A castle or Moloch
Some wicker flickers
Forced murder in the lounge
Whilst the houseflies crowd
Silhouettes and models
Blacklight flashes by
To hide in the books on your shelf
That you kept by yourself

"Lambent Flame", though they said
But all I saw were the souls of lambs
But you saw lightning in your wall
But you will see it's honey
For the last time
For the very last time