Curling lips, fingertips, dead eye dips 
I saw it all in the blackfield 
Splinter cracks, summer tracks, paperbacks 
We found them all in the blackfield 
In the shade, whistle blades, singing fades 
In the blackfield 

She wants to stay and talk all day 
So I remark when it gets dark 
All the pale things under the earth 
Will reverse 

River glass, cycle past, overcast 
I saw it all in the blackfield 
Copper sky, shadows rise, bridge of sighs 
We had all in the blackfield 
Skin tracks, face facts, fade to black 
In the blackfield 

She wants to stay and talk all day 
So I remark when it gets dark 
All the pale things under the earth 
Will reverse