Pilgrim (Tremolo G Version) Lyrics

The pilgrim asks where's your father now?

He's in bed

He's long since been dead

My mother fell from the angels in the cloud

To her rest in the soil of the west

She drew a seam from a Singer machine

A needle drilled into patchwork quilts

My father had said

It wasn't good enough

So she coughed up jewels in her blood

A painted shell

A piece of veil

I stand alone

Watching upset souls

By the sea

Shimmering lovingly

In the dusk

My heart becomes a rusk

Ignite my soul

A diamond from a piece of coal

A subtle dream, an intoxicating scheme

We rise above all the heavenly

A little dome

We'll fly forever home

I was born in an East London sky

To a chance buried deep inside

A painted shell

A piece of veil

I stand alone

Watching upset souls

By the sea

Shimmering lovingly

In the dusk

My heart becomes a rusk