Wastelands

I watch you drift away Around the room in that dress The jewels on your bracelets Have seen their best I watch the sweat fall Against your clothes I've seen the look on the faces I think they know That the clock is ticking away And the wind is calling us And the pleasantries will chain us No more When it all is much too much We'll run to the wastelands Where the snow is all there is And words sound different When it all is much too much Meet me in the wastelands Where the fear will fade away Where the children in us play I walk the smoky room And stumble into you The chattering of their faces Says nothing new But the clock is ticking away And the wind is calling us And the way you make your exit There are no words Would it all is much too much We'll run to the wastelands At the car beside the road And taking shelter When it feels like much too much Meet me in the wastelands Where the horror slowly fades Where the children in us play When the world is much too much We'll run to the wastelands Leave footprints in the snow Till our ties are severed When it all is much too much Meet me in the wastelands Make a chain of flowers Like our ties are severed When the world is much too much Meet me in the wastelands At the car beside the road And taking shelter When the world is much too much Meet me there in the wastelands And the wind is on our face And our veins are opened When the world is much too much Meet me in the wastelands Make a chain of flowers And the children in us play The sky was steely The countryside was bare Twigs crackled under Mole's feet Mole was alone And far from help And night was closing in --- Wastelands - Suede