Tarkovsky (The Second Stop Is Jupiter) lyrics

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 robe and the road and 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
The boy the beast the butterfly
Quivering above the sore the blistering sore of the fifth planet
Wait, stop! Don't forget, don't forget how I played with you
How I kissed away your tears--don't forget
The white mouth of the son smiles
On his beautiful tongue the seed of flight