Local lodestones local lodestones

And after dark sunset my brother and I
We walked the path far from the tower
A light sea breeze ruffles blood
Skin is bleeding

Shoes for the dead shoes for lodestones!

Local lodestones local lodestones

Pink dots off the Island of Wight
Sails off the island of Bergen

Sataffopsagaffop sataffsagopfa
Pink!

Shoes for the lame shoes for the lodestones
Shoes shoes for the dead!

Local lodestones local lodestones

Lights out at eleven
On the lodestones and the, the parish
Revisited island

Bergen

And running my hand across your little stone

The pill police seen in your
In their stupid barges

Waiting in text
In flesh shoes for the dead
Shoes for lodestones!

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Writer(s): Eleni Poulou, Mark Smith, Peter Greenway