Jezabels, The - Into The Ink Lyrics






It calls the Victorian lady back from the dead.
She rises from the cold ground
And enters through the door as a draught
To you and I

If you and I could ever, ever go back,
We’d see her on the other side of a dusty frame,
Running through the field, pale of salt water in hand.

She races through closed and open shutters,
In search of lovely little ones,
The ones your hearts with,
The ones you love.
They asked for her to come.

They asked the man in the bright red suit
And wrote it on their list, too,
But never would he hear them,
Through all the snow.

And despite being hung on the walls
Of all the ocean liners the Queen herself
Could not get the water to put the fire out.

And when I call you won’t come running,
Now a dark spectre to me.
No returning in white chariot.
Frozen teardrops fall and melt into the ink.

Oh, the dust is falling heavy out on the hills,
My portrait and my windowsill.
We’d kiss but we are made of clay.

You loved me most when love was young.
Now, even the setting sun
We dance beneath is made of clay.

The dust falls heavy on the hill.
My portrait is my windowsill.
And out come the little ones with burning, flailing arms.
Take up your drumsticks and
Batter my heart like an antique tom.

And when I call you won’t come running,
Now a dark spectre to me.
No returning in white chariot.
Frozen teardrops fall and melt into the ink.

And when I call you won’t come running,
Now a dark spectre to me.
No returning in white chariot.
Frozen teardrops fall and melt into the ink.

And when I won’t call. You won’t come running,
Now a dark spectre to me.
No returning in white chariot.
Frozen teardrops fall and melt into the ink.





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Jezabels, The Into The Ink Comments
  1. J.... G....

    Precious

  2. c.... ....

    favourite Js track

  3. c.... ....

    merry xmas

  4. T.... R....

    This band is pretty awesome

  5. P.... M....

    seriously thinking about a trip down to London in march to see these,in to the ink tune will not leave my head.

  6. M.... ....

    Who here does not like the jessiebobs?

  7. P.... G....

    My best...

  8. t.... t....

    YEW + ME MAKES 3!!! !

    t.... t....

    dont you think youve smoked a bit much crack?

  9. t.... t....

    I FUCKING LOVE YEW MICHAEL!!
    YEW REMEMBER !!! !
    XXX X

  10. t.... ....

    O, btw person who posted the video, the album is "She's So Hard" not "She's So Dark"

  11. t.... ....

    please come to dc!!!!!! they are so good!!!!! it's almost like every day I find a new favorite song by them!!!

  12. S.... B....

    Great track...really good album....fucking brilliant band.

  13. L.... ....

    i feel bad cause i can barely hear what she's singing :C

    L.... ....

    LikeCraazy Lyrics
    It calls the Victorian lady back from the dead.
    She rises from the cold ground
    And enters through the door as a draught
    To you and I
    If you and I could ever, ever go back,
    We'd see her on the other side of a dusty frame,
    Running through the field, pale of salt water in hand.
    She races through closed and open shutters,
    In search of lovely little ones,
    The ones your hearts with,
    The ones you love.
    They asked for her to come.
    They asked the man in the bright red suit
    And wrote it on their list, too,
    But never would he hear them,
    Through all the snow.
    And despite being hung on the walls
    Of all the ocean liners the Queen herself
    Could not get the water to put the fire out.
    And when I call you won't come running,
    Now a dark spectre to me.
    No returning in white chariot.
    Frozen teardrops fall and melt into the ink.
    Oh, the dust is falling heavy out on the hills,
    My portrait and my windowsill.
    We'd kiss but we are made of clay.
    You loved me most when love was young.
    Now, even the setting sun
    We dance beneath is made of clay.
    The dust falls heavy on the hill.
    My portrait is my windowsill.
    And out come the little ones with burning, flailing arms.
    Take up your drumsticks and
    Batter my heart like an antique tom.
    And when I won't call. You won't come running,
    Now a dark spectre to me.
    No returning in white chariot.
    Frozen teardrops fall and melt into the ink.

  14. n.... ....

    When did this album come out?

  15. K.... O....

    That's it... For my next birthday my wish list is gonna look like this:

    "Bruce Springsteen - We Shall Overcome: The Seeger Sessions
    Mike Doughty - Haughty Melodic
    Yann Tiersen - Dust Lane
    ANYTHING WITH THE JEZABELS"

  16. P.... M....

    Its from album "She's So Hard" I love it so much...

  17. F.... G....

    Love the drums on this one!