Alison Moyet - Such Small Ale

We should step out
From under this cloud
Take chance to meet daylight
Abandon the crowd

Let's pack off the ghosts
So late to their bed
With a hand tide of lavender
To gentle their rest

What have we here for tether?
Our own restraint
Which sprite are we appeasing
With this long recited litany?

Oh grevious shame
Heathens brewing virtue
From a reservoir of pain
With life for drink
From brim to brink
Who choose to sink
In such small ale

Wе should step out
From under this shroud
Warming bones in thе dappled light
With the choosing still ours

What is here to keep us
But our own restraint?
Whose sins are we redeeming
With our much beleaguered retinue?

Oh bleeding saints
What heathen waits to rest by sleeping?
Hold your creeping tears to fill a pail
For pity's sake
It's such small ale

For what else is there to keep us
But our own restraint?
What nature do we sweeten
In our reservior?

A bitter rain
This drowning game
Blow these seething years
To fill a sail
With life for drink
From brim to brink
Who choose to sink in such small ale
We won't sink in such small ale