Free of the Feeling - Jesca Hoop, Lucius

When the ringing bell falls deaf, we go look for dark

Where no flag is waving red, we look for dark

Out where there’s no whites of eyes, out where there’s no stars

Casting far and watching night, we go look for dark

To get da

To get da

To get da

To get free of the feeling

Past the grave and Vicar’s House, people packed in bars

All the chaste and junkies raising hands to God

Down the alley, sleeping rough, pressing darkness

To the ground, he cannot touch, we go look for dark

To get free of the feeling

Free of the feeling

Free of the feeling

Free of the feeling

Streetlights and cameras, we’re separate and alone

Orphaned and alien down here where stars shine wrong

The book might tell me what to think but the pulse is what I know

The infant goes right for the drink, my heart beats on its own

Free of the feeling

Free of the feeling

Free of the feeling

Out there is no sky that has been named sky

Opening no heaven that has been named, let it rain

Out there is no river that has been named river

Washing over no sinner that has been named, let it rain

Out there is no tower that has been named closer to God

Watching over no children that have been named lost

I woke the wet moon

I woke the wet moon

I woke the wet moon

I woke the wet moon