One night when we
Are close to sleep
A high pitched wail
Will pierce the silence
The windows will shatter
And we'll drowsily mutter
Have you come to save us
To save us from us
I think the shape of your head
One night when we
Are counting sheep
Silence will cease
For a foreign wail
Dogs will growl and howl
Then break like chalk
Sons and daughters in the dust
Of their faithful mutt
I think the shape of your head
I lost the space in your bed
I lost I lost I'm lost
One night as we slumber
Silence will surrender
To a Sound never heard of
Hovering above
The cracks in the kitchen will widen
No door fits in its frame
And are you here to save us
To save us from us
I think the shape of your head
Reminds me of something else
Recorded live at St Buryan Church, the latest from Sarah McQuaid is a showcase for the simple power of voice & guitar. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 16, 2021