Cotton Wool from Sleep Sound by Hope and Social

The bird out on the morning wire,
The frost out on the lane,
The faded light of cotton wool,
That is where I've been

Where starlings dance a centrifuge,
Of love and lust and spring,
Tumbling like a Rubik's cube,
That is where I've been.

Come on let me show you,
How the fields will mould you,
Any shape you want to...

With every stride a slow release,
Of fears and fails and needs.
The first one feeds the second one,
The third one brings me here.

Come on let me show you,
How the fields will mould you,
Any shape you want to be.
Come by saint or sinner,
Let the birds unpin you,
Throw your threads out on the breeze.

Come on let me show you,
How the fields will mould you,
Any shape you want to be.
Come by saint or sinner,
Let the birds unpin you,
Throw your threads out on the breeze.
Let the blackbird fly you,
Somewhere fresh I'll bet you,
Swap the stale air you breathe.
Come by here my lover,
It's a mess I'll grant you,
Throw your threads out on the breeze.

Just before the fighting starts,
Just before we name,
The reasons we must be apart,
That is where I'll stay.

• A Yorkshire E-Street Band
• Alternative
• Indie
• Rock
• folk songs and anthems
• Leeds