Sieben - Workshop Window

Workshop Window
Our shop-floor window open
(not to the outside, the light filters from another room)
to our solitary confinement
(on the inside we are creatures of the night).
The stifled air hangs and blows.
The clock tick and halt
(on the outside we never see the light of day).

Outside his love is waiting, lolling a limp knee.
Idling, he calibrates his hand to ticking seconds.
Feet, to the beat of minutes, his head nods the hour.
Ears keen to the thin whistle cutting the stamp and grind.
A world apart ‘til the horn’s release.
He cups her waist, and squeezes her breast
in one swift move.
The line flows out, and carries them downstream.
The line flows out, and carries them downstream.
A world apart ‘til the horn’s release.
He cups her waist, and squeezes her breast
in one swift move.

Written by:
MATT HOWDEN

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Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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