Songtext The bench and the fetch Current 93

The bench and the fetch

At the barcode's click on there's a face on her head
Written in bars and foretold in the stars
Discussed in the bars whilst the drunks are softly singing
That the light has left them all
Sat at the bar and the bench and the fetch
What was the cause of your mother's death?
Probably no, or maybe, or yes
What is the name of the face on your wall?
Possibly no and probably yes
Where you're tall on your hands, do you like the hair golden?
Possibly no and probably yes
Possibly lost and mistaken your name
Nearly again and probably lost
You threw up flowers, I have heard
But the light is leaving you all
Probably maybe, certainly no
Is your face on the moon or you're barren or halt?
Probably nothing, probably no
Have you noticed the light is leaving you all?
Probably possibly, certainly yes
The birds are sweetly singing
The birds are sweetly singing
Electric your life and electric your deathElectric the light and electric the night
Electric the moon, electric the sun
Electric the mother, electric the father
And the light has left them all
Whilst the birds were sweetly singing
The light has left them all
The birds are sadly singing