Polar Nettles Lyrics

He takes his dinner in the back
Love-sickened and unfurled
The orderly found in there
Filleted on the marble stairs
Hat still in hand
His smoking remains
Blown out by a kiss from the someday soon
Someday soon
Someday soon
Someday soon

His eyes are closed he mouths the name
The rosary her lips and tongue
She is the centrifuge that throws
The spires from the sun
The Sistine Chapel
Painted with a Gatling gun
Someday soon
Someday soon
Someday soon

Someday soon
Someday soon
Polar Nettles set on him
Move like starlings up a cliff
And tender of a foggy touch
The voice filled round her frosty hips
Whose shape recalls the wicked spade
That buried him but on his lips
The last flights of ??
Someday soon