Sketch For Dawn (The Durutti Column)

A brightness falling through the air Into the grass where we lie A lark spirals upwards in perfect pitch Soaring into exquisite tension In the dawn In the dawn In the dawn Dreams burnt away By the first cigarette of the day Instincts move us into The rhythms of love Soaring into Exquisite tension Making gentle pornography together A brightness falling through the air Into the grass where we lie A lark spirals upwards in perfect pitch Soaring into Exquisite tension