Acres Wild - Steven Wilson Stereo Remix

I'll make love to you in all good places
 under black mountains in open spaces.
 By deep brown rivers that slither darkly
 through far marches where the blue hare races.
 Come with me to the Winged Isle
 Northern father's Western child
 Where the dance of ages is playing still
 through far marches of Acres Wild.
 I'll make love to you
 in the narrow side streets
 with shuttered windows,
 crumbling chimneys.
 Come with me to the weary town
 Discos silent under tiles
 that slide from roof-tops, scattersoftly
 on concrete marches of Acres Wild.
 By red bricks pointed
 with cement fingers
 Flaking damply from sagging shouders.
 Come with me to the Winged Isle
 Northern father's Western child
 Where the dance of ages is playing still
 through far marches of Acres Wild.