First Come The Wish Lyrics

First comes the wish
And then comes the night
Pockets open to pick
And I'm left with words
Stretched out to dry
I believe to hard
That we're nearly right

First comes the itch
And then comes the knife
We can swallow a change
If it feels right
And there are only words
To retrace the line
A newspaper clipped
'Til it's all white

And the only time
For such a curious thing
To come apart like this
Is the cruellest time