Nylon crackles on my skin same as the pylons crackle on the air same as my neurones crackle on forever crackle on forever Someone cornered me and talked
How can I trust my memory? How can I trust my own memory? Did what I thought I saw before occur? How can I trust my family? Maybe they've lied for years
When I was a boy I could fly I mean I really, really, really could fly I'd stand on the stairs And down and down I'd go Up above every step And suddenly
You?ve got to take your mind off him But not with aspirins You won?t You won?t let your family in Like smoke your body comes Through the gaps in
Driving in the dark in your car I want to sleep All the headlights weep And run under the gloomy rain Driving at night makes me sleepy I try hard to
Riding on a lonely bus Like I was riding Pegasus Slumped down on the seat at the back A slow motion heart attack I?m bored of being blue Well close your
She can see with her hands through the bedroom door Jasmine tea left to stand on the wooden floor And the mess on the bed is the mess in my head I can
I pulled my coat on tight and stood in the hall Dust in a shaft of light floating by the wall I started crying to myself It wasn?t in my head It was physical
Desperate men are coming round to make you safer They?ll take you into the past Later on I?ll come to turn you into paper It makes you wanna run so
Glowing logos out my mouth they twist As I head on into town Above the pavement I gently seem to lift As I take a look around It gets lonely swooping
Sucking on blackcurrant juice out carton You flick on your loosest tooth with your tongue Up on the edge on the high rise roof Oh let me touch you You
I suck on biro The office party is in three weeks time What shall I wear? Wet-look in my hair? I just killed my new boss I shut that cock up with a rock
When in a public place Note how well I manoeuvre It's like a quest for grace When among stumbling commuters I think about each step Not of where I'm trying
This is my body This is my blood This is my mobile These are my drugs Eating egg and bacon in my flat Ripping up paper making wraps This is my body
Beneath the flyover I was on my knees The light was unusual for february I saw the concrete rising over me Milk chocolate pumping through my heart Beneath
There's someone at the door Someone at the door I'll go get it Well if it isn't our distant cousins Look darling it's our cousins. Come on and meet my
With two tape decks and a microphone I bang on my guitar Just two tape decks and microphone And I am a superstar Though I may never leave this place
Black dots dripping on your maths Black ink I think Hunched up pouring over graphs Don't blink Just think of all things and their link... Why must we