Lyrics

[Spoken: Sam] I stand like my father with too many feet Waiting to be lonely but it never usually happens [Spoken: Tilly] The sun shines brighter up here, every ray is eaten by my dirty long coat My feet blur into the long blaze and my haircut is the silhouette of Scotland Never thirsty and almost [?] of those rubbish [?] that's nothing I care about For everything I want to be I can And everything invisible -- can suck it [Spoken: Sam] Let the playtime pastimes pretend money is a thing of the first years Pile it all up like a horriblе tree and blow it down with songs of Saturn Leave space еmpty I can't afford anything that large [Spoken: Tilly] The geese of Amsterdam are louder than my wall of food Happier than my [?] Lucky as my empty carriage and deader than I wanna be Their polished, pedals paddle through conversation Easy as a lie to a police man You and the technicians at TORCH cannot see the true beauty of this warm, grey bicycle But I can Because I've seen this kind of thing before It's textbook, and I'd better know who did it [?]! [Spoken: Sam] Are those the edges you talked about? I imagined a black line with yellow on one side and a cold, lonely tomorrow on the other Looks more like a Hollywood pigeon to me, whatever that means My brother would know, but he is beyond the blurred boundary in the present While I am lodged in the wheel of a 1973 bicycle Hurtling off the local Baptist church roof I've known better landings personally But this brief encounter with Dante will do nicely Especially since it's nearly Christmas -- if you can believe it [Spoken: Tilly] My mobile telephone is just one number It dials at random, and a woman from France answers and tells me I'm the perfect amount of beautiful "Not a soul wishes to be you, but every animal trusts you." That "You are free, and no obvious obstruction can sing your favourite line before you get the chance No eyes turn green, if not already, when your shapeless answers ring out Bones snap in time to your soft, white mood and the sunshine, and [?] paint your dry canvas." Well, thank you, I guess, you give these things as presents to a [?] dog, but now my insides ache, and I'm leaking from the seams of my best trousers Perception needs no answer Same time tomorrow, then [Verse: Sam] People in that photograph don't like each other now One evaporates and waits, the other's underground It always looks like it could rain, the family suit's still dry The ground is getting almost hard enough to never try Days and days of busy boys, I cannot stand the smell The women wouldn't warn me, but I know their mothers well Give me your best guess and I'll plant it in the book I'll grow another in the gutter [?] a closer look Everything is ugly when you're so much stuck between A gaping hole and one nostril still sniffing at a dream [Spoken: Tilly] Those clouds look like my least favourite uncle's dog Tired and old and a bit pissy Louder than you'd expect on a Tuesday morning No sharp sentence can spear a gun for tomorrow And no blunt image can raise my spirits For I am an empty shell without the long crab Quite horrible [Spoken: Sam] Destroy the old white cells of solitude, visit the damp cushion Run faster than faux fur on true leather can carry Stumble by the light of the moon's rubbish candle Sit loudly at the table of my mother's worst nightmare And drink all the water But not normally [Verse: Tilly] I shine the shoes of people who are tired of looking dull You cannot fix the weathered bricks you're wearing [?] skull No shining shoe, will [?] I'm happy to be happy, but I could never [?] [Spoken: Sam] That cow splashes in the milk, that chicken sleeps on the eggs There's quite a string of [?] That fish eats all the lemonade That castle crumbles to old songs in bad jackets That comedian laughs at nothing This sad son of God, the carpenter Fixes locks and other broken beings [Spoken: Sam, Sam & Tilly] You are very welcome