Starry Picking Night

Once a starry picking night I fell into your arms Like a lover lost of all her charms, And the moon it stood like salt, Fell out of the sky like snow And you loved her so you failed to let her go. Lying in the back of the car As the street lights turn to fire You remind me much of her And perhaps that's why when Lying in the back of the car, And you shed your heart like skin I was watching you watching her. Shadows and their multitudes. Shadows were our favourite food. --- Starry Picking Night - Clare Bowditch and Clare Bowditch & the Feeding Set