Lyrics

Midnight Sunday. At the blue house on the big green hill Aching shadows haunt the walls. And inside, Navvy sleeps Coming down with the satellites He'll be up before the dawn again Dig up the roads. See what's underneath. Then put them back It gives him time to think Of what the big green world was like Before they'd had enough of each other's love Arielle, it weighs a ton Arielle was made in the big blue skies Proof of God, divine While Navvy blasted through thе streets in high vis and dry ice In their minds, they wеre movie stars Turned up for work two weeks too late And they never noticed when he left Now Navvy sits double parked with Guinness Speaking to the toucans on the wall Ariel, it weighs a ton We have every right to be nervous but it's not much use: the truth is always one step ahead, hiding itself away in the nightmares of tomorrow, waiting with a grin to be discovered before turning heel and vanishing again beyond the horizon. We have only ourselves to blame. But today is Sunday. And there's no need to dig the roads. The navvy sleeps. A city dreams Of his Arielle Of his Arielle