While you're asleep Downstairs I'll creep and drive to Shingle Street I'll sit alone and count the stones for a hundred years Horses roll in down towards me Break between my ribs Big sky brooding Empty but for me Rain turns to sleet While at my feet polished pebbles come and go As great waves roll, lost church bells toll S sing to broken souls Horses roll in down towards me Break between my ribs Big sky brooding Empty but for me Horses roll in down towards me Break between my ribs Big sky brooding Empty but for Electric wires Far distant fires Puncture heavy air Far out to sea a broke body is lapped by black water Horses roll in down towards me Break between my ribs Big sky brooding Empty but for me