It's a fine line with drops on either side/instant reactions : being undecided /would lose a balance unrecognised/don't leave me alone! don't rouch me
So busy picking holes in our skin/that stretches tight to keep us all in/that when what we thought were eternal friends/have dissappeared from the scene
Please don't let me see/so many problems and disharmony/without knowing the reason/without knowing th facts/and knwoing that knowing can be hard to desire
With detailed precision nothing omitted/made the incision cut to what ahed/ none of the trends/none of the friends of the packiaging crew/who seels of
Blind people must fall in love with a sense of mind a sense of touch/but when you insist on finding shadows in which to kiss/and down the lights to cover
Invisible people with invisible hands/holding very obvious collection cans/ anonymous people with anonymous jobs/hurry past for fear of being late for
Acclimatized slowly to image distortion/selling the wares and wearing so thin/ which is worse? to be in or out of proportion?/documentality always stays
Closed off he took her by the hand and coughed/to cover an understanding loss/ perhaps this stake could be put across/without saying whether it was good
I don't know who invented the clock/but it began a process that will never stop/at the age of six or seven or so/it was a decoration that went tick tock
Growling as I stare at smiles from the other side of the street/is it the speed I'm walking at or the shoes upon my feet?/I couldn't afford the baseball
We went up to the buliding site/saw the building and the concrete piles/and watched them all working/building muscles and no-one smiled/we stood there
I just ate and I heard the change rattle in your tin/I point my eyes on dis- tant blurred horizon me for charity/or coffee make the day go faster/forty
Vacancy- room to let/any dumb ideas in to this empty head/"gospel, man!"- don't quote me please/it was the first thing I thought/but now it's been said
Vertimas: Pilietis Žuvys. Žaidimai.
Vertimas: Pilietis Žuvys. Įstatymo Taip.
After the gig and keen to share The end result of feeling aware But it's autographs that you want me to sign I write my name but it's not even mine...
A sense of wasted chance and time Goes deeper than we can accept On an everyday level so down it goes Moments of clarity under our nose But the words
The will to respond when the chase is on Sends people up trees cos when they're gone The carbon dioxide in the air Will put a sweat on the polar bears
