Mending My Nets Songtext / Lyric

Her hands caress the water, self possessed in Sunset's haze

His Shaman's shawl unwinds her like a junky's tourniquet

Round rivulets of divers pearls - amulets to save the world

She calls them "magic moments" this dreamy, siren girl



Left my heart in pieces... six feet underground

Too late for a miracle or love cure to be found

Prayers for sweet redemption all had run aground

Her love sick Captain's drowning, his wheel spins round and round

Chorus:

I'm mending my nets... mending my nets

There's been more than time enough for penance and regret

She says "Bless me David for I've sinned." Lest we should forget

I said "it's alright if you're crying I don't mind getting wet

I believe that we can mend those nets"



The Fisher KIng a waiting still on God's will and Fate

In that well honed celebration of love's unrequited ache

Who's bitter smile accuses down my soul sick mirrored hall

The ghost of childhood's train wreck which was no dream at all






She's sensual, delicate - to you this song I dedicate

You who's shadow comes for me - you who'll make me wait

Who rustles through my black bamboo - invisible, unnamed

Like that Rilke poem in candle flame 'to you who never came'



I'm mending my nets - mending my nets

We'll bind our wounds with herb o grace for heartbreak and regret

I'm not making promises but I'm clearing all the decks

I hate whoever made you cry but I don't mind getting wet

Join me on The Ship of Dreams we can mend those nets



The water calls, darkness falls, sparks fly from the fire

Beneath the undulating lake, temptation's on the wire

Going down for glistened bait, blows her smoking pyre

Waiting with pauper's plate, constant as Desire



My green eyed mermaid pirouettes, past graveyard, soldier statuettes

Where the haunted mansion silhouette, hugs the shining shore

She snares with precious secrets, all men who have these weaknesses

Offers up her treasures at my more than open door



Oh Ophelia you're moonlit - She says "I'm hollow and I'm wounded

But I wrote this little tunelet for a rosewood clarinet

See those broken reeds were useless but I know that I can do this..."

I think some way, somewhere, somehow she's passed this way before

Dig down deep and there is something more

Something very wrong and very raw



We're mending nets - mending our nets

We'll bind your womb with herb o grace - nullify all debts

She loved the bloodstained skank who stank of borrowed cigarettes

The necromance of Death's romance, his boho dance, punishments and sweats

I hurt when you were crying but I loved that you were wet

When fishermen can't put to sea it's time we mend our nets



©David Knopfler May 2003