Bleed a River Deep

When the clock strikes dead on midnight Books fly through the hall All the lampshades turn and rotate She walks through the wall With hands in pockets I search for rockets That might light up the sky Have become more withdrawn since I was first born But I never know why I see my body float like leaves Every day I want to breathe Rap my knuckles 'til they bleed A river deep If I had sharp claws I'd get on all fours And scratch your back for free But it's been written, these nails are bitten I know what I could be I see my body float like leaves Every day I want to breathe Rap my knuckles 'til they bleed A river deep --- Bleed a River Deep - Ed Harcourt