woodpecker Video (MV)

Rolling wheels slide with the sleet
Speak, speak, and put me at ease
Hum, hum me to sleep
Trace the wrinkles on my sheets

I can try to steer
But, I veer, I veer

Cool waves over the sands heat
The warm lamp-post down your street
Soil closely to the soles of my feet
Save it for when we finally meet

I can try to steer
But, I veer, I veer

Cold floors in the early morning
Wet grass in the virgin evening
Eyes sting to see you leaving
My toes and hands are freezing

I can try to steer
But, I veer, I veer

The fever-phase, the conqueror, the crust
The wild ones, the beetles and the bugs
Porcelain skin and white chalk hands
How naive to think we could begin to understand

I can try to steer
But, I veer, I veer
I can try to steer
But, I veer, I veer

I can try to steer
But, I veer, I veer