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Stain-glass people filling the sooty city but he's sleeping
Ageing raver part-time shaver ageing raver

Eight in the morning daydreams are forming but he's sleeping
Ageing raver part-time shaver ageing raver

He's a younger version of a face upon a picture inside an antique locket
Staggering around outside of time inside the candy of a bottle in his pocket

I gave my love, a daisy
A third eye in my mind
We turned the crazy day around
To see what we could find
And ran on to a journey
Reflecting us so deep and wide
That we could see the other side
Of knowing nothing matters

The kettle's on, the sun has gone, another day
She offers me, Tibetan tea, on a flower tray
She's at the door, she's want's to score, she really needs to say:
"I once loved you a long time ago, you know
Where the winds own forget-me-nots blow, you know
But I couldn't let myself go
Not knowing what on earth there was to know
But I wish that I had, 'cause i'm feeling so sad

I never know what kind of day it's been on my battlefield of ideals
But the way she touches and the way it feels, must be just how it heals
And it's got a little better since I let her sundance

I never know what time of year it is living on top of the fire
But the robin outside has to hunt and hide in the cold and frosty shire
Ah but he knows just what goes in between his cold toes and his warm ears
And he's got no disguise in his eyes for his love as she nears

The lemmings push their pens and rush
In hoards of crashing stupor
Towards the farms of Babylon
To scramble mother nature
Where unrelenting drudgery
Is all there is to nurture
And life and death are by consent
And love is for oppression

Well the generations come
Hoy-polloy or chewing gum
Bad manners in style
And a very low profile
As the new wave rebel hoards
Scribble balls on notice boards
And the old wave hierarchy
Try to take 'em seriously

Sunrise,
The milk man rides his clanging cow
The sun explodes above the brow
The village venom's daily vow
That can't tell when from anyhow

That seized a grip upon it's plow
And knows how much to raise a brow

She's the one
She's so gone
She's the one who throws the skins at you
And says lets all turn on

She's the one
She's so gone
She's the one who throws her pants at you