Anwen

It was the taste of the kerosene, bit your tongue, lanolin and wet rust
No Saharan dust, we are out in the wild west
With New Zealand flax, torn silage wrap
Portuguese Man 'o War, through the door, it was the sight of

It was the sight of Anwen
Twirling and twisting as she dances in the kitchen
And she goes crash, bang, spinning around, round
Anwen, a tip-toe tornado, she takes out everything that's not tied down
But when the music's over, I found that
Anwen's put me back on my feet again
She's put me back on my feet again

It was the sound of thе cat's eyes on the road, tinnitus and potholеs
Kettle boil, jet stream, washing machine
Screaming rooks in the sycamore, Caribbean thunderstorm
Lost lambs in the night
It was the sight of the plastic on the tide, frayed rope and fishing line
Black sky heading home, soaked to the bone
With a daffodil in a cup, broke down, in a rut
Need something to pick me up

And it was the sight of Anwen
Twirling and twisting as she dances in the kitchen
She goes crash, bang, spinning around, round
Anwen, my tip-toe tornado, she takes out everything that's not tied down
But when the music's over, I found that
Anwen's put me back on my feet
She goes twirling and twisting
She's crashing and smiling as she
She puts me back on my feet
I saw Anwen, twirling and twisting as she dances in the kitchen