Testo Half Immune

She's coming up from Skibbereen
Eyes of salt and hair to drown in
An island I have never seen
She has her world to move around in
She's my teacher, and this a lesson
So I listen and recall
The shape your chest made as you hover
Clouds over water The crest of every wave of pleasure
White horses to the slaughter
Take me riding, it's my birthday
And the mountains look like home

I'm half immune to your white moon skin
Half immune to your black calf eyes
Half immune and half sunk in

We stand beneath the sign of Mary
Rough idol on the skyline
And your gentleness sustains me
In tears and in peacetime
I go diving
You stand watching The curve of the Samhain moon
Casting off the cape you're wearing
On the first night that you kissed me
Later in the dark you're swearing
I've never felt so pretty
Spirits pealing, like a new bell
Your love's like coming home

I'm half immune to your white moon skin
Half immune to your black calf eyes
Half immune and half sunk in

By some miracle you're sitting
In that second-floor bedroom
You're singing us to sleep
Fingers curl in the new womb
I could have died there, so simple
Six lungs around one breath
As the steeple rings in Sunday
We move in morning prayer
Later on, you'll introduce me
As 'the girl who plaits your hair'
Spirits dying, like a death knell
Kissing goodbye to our home

I'm half immune to your white moon skin
Half immune to your black calf eyes
Half immune, and half sunk in, mm