The clamour of their boots and tongues The clamour of their boots and tongues The clamour of their boots and tongues The clamour of their boots and tongues Way west, can be my only grace Half of me, has always drifted up too high Lay your memories to waste They are big and they are beautiful But the Sun comes from tomorrow In the morning what you feel What you borrow and what you steal from the night before You pay with all your innocence And never breathe and never rest And flailing, run from strange requests Though melody is lost, rhythm never goes away From beat to beat, hour to hour, day to day So push yourself east if you believe you can be whole Or praise that broken jewel of imperfection Your Soul And the clamour of their boots and tongues