Tarkovsky (The Second Stop Is Jupiter) Songtext / Lyric

The eternal sun runs to the mother

She smoothes his brow and bids him

Drink from her well of hammered mist

Come along sweet lad,

fog rises from the ground

The falling soot is just the dust of a shivering gem

The black moon shines on a lake

White as a hand in the dark

She lifts the lamp to see his face

The silver ladle of his throat

The boy

the beast

and the butterfly



The sea is a morgue,

the needle and the gun

These things float in blood

that has no name

The telegraph poles are crosses on the line

Rusted pins not enough saviors to hang

She blesses the road the noose of vine

And waits beneath the triangle

Formed by Mercury,

an evening star

The fifth planet with its blistering sore

And the soaring eagle above and to the west

The boy

the beast

and the butterfly



She walks across a bridge of magpies

Her hollow tongue fills the brightness

With water and in the wink of an eye

One planet with a glittering womb

One white crow one diamond head

Big as a world big as a world

Don't forget how I played with you

She cries and kissed away your tears

The white mouth of the sun smiles

On his beautiful tongue the seed of flight