Lucid dreaming is the appropriate theme of Late to the Flight, with its downy-soft layers of textures, languid twangs and avian flutes. “Paint dots on your wrist to see me in your dreams,” Marling promises, her voice sleepily luxurious...Her staccato, very English vocal has a touch of the Robert Wyatt about it over the warm, droney buzz of May I Be the Light, while Rolling Thunder flirts with darkness.
---- Emily MacKay, The Guardian

Late to the Flight

LUMP - (Laura Marling and Mark Lindsay)

If you keep rolling with dices
Keep that stake in your heart
You look like a crooner in crisis
Shaking your hips like a tart

Dice fall from the table
Agitating the room
Take your arms if you're able
I won't do it for you

Anytime, anytime, anytime...

Late to the flight
Take your seat next to the woman and wife
By candlelight
Don't wear your smiley face t-shirt tonight

Just like a car
You'll take off running with all of your might
Sleep like a teen
Paint dots on your wrist to see me in your dream

Paint dots on your wrist
Paint dots on your wrist

You look like a crooner in crisis
Shaking your hips like a tart
Your must keep rolling the dices
Keep that stake in your heart

Late to the flight
Take your seat next to the woman and wife
By candlelight
Don't wear your smiley face t-shirt tonight

Just like a car
You'll take off running with all of your might
Sleep like a teen
Paint dots on your wrist to see me in your dream