Waves of Rye

Ghastly protector

Save me from this waste

He's drifting asleep faster

Drowning in waves of rye

Spinning round the ballroom floor

Round and round the ballroom floor

Never seen and always sought after

After, after

Ghastly protector

Save me from this waste

He shakes me up like no other

He's laughing in my face

He's mouthing off like a bastard

Drowning in those waves of rye

Spinning round the ballroom floor

Round and round the ballroom floor

Never seeking, always sought after

After, after

Heaven is a ballroom

With high ceilings

Filled with white balloons

And smoke machines