Well I wander round this mind amidst the
Ruins of a lonely child,
I used to think I talked with spirits
Now I think I talk with crooks,
And I wonder if I ever did
Anything good at all.
Ever.
So I lie awake at night and vow
I'm not going to think about.
I've got self deception tattooed like a flag across my back,
Holding hands with war-mongers I feel I've been betrayed,
Though I dance in luxury without her I'll die of thirst,
She's a single perfect raindrop,
When she falls she takes my breath away.
Well I advertise the scars of middle classness
Like a shiny piece of junkmail,
I've inherited the meanness
Like a dinner-set kept for family gatherings,
But she will scream and tell me all the
Magic in her magic life,
We will laugh at how I'm scared of
Everything that moves lest it crash
Into me or with me in it.
I've got self deception tattooed like a flag across my back,
Holding hands with war-mongers I feel I've been betrayed,
Though I dance in luxury without her I'll die of thirst,
She's a single perfect raindrop,
When she falls she takes my breath away.
Ah ... What a dissapointment this would all be
Ah ... What a dissapointment.
'Cause I've got self deception tattooed like a flag across my back,
Holding hands with war-mongers I feel I've been betrayed,
Though I dance in luxury without her I'll die of thirst,
She's a single perfect raindrop,
When she falls she takes my breath away.
