Wednesday's Child Video (MV)

Lungs they hang
Strung like chilli
In the window downstairs
Feet and ears and snout and
Eyelids pulled away
I'm upstairs sleeping
It's in the eyes, all in the eyes you'll say
Where the souls lay
Where are they now?

It's three in the morning
The whistle and crack of body breaking
Of beams and panes
And bones aching

I'm the stoney milk-eyed man, upstairs sleeping
I have you honey, I have the milk of your kindness
I'm the stoney milk-eyed man, upstairs sleeping
I have you honey, I have the milk of your kindness

But I am the blood
I am the phlegm
I am the choler
And I am the bile