| Heard it said it’s a stupid thing, everything that I follow through
|
| Never got to our god, you see. |
| abandoned with the taste of the new
|
| And everytime that whistle blows I’m stranded in my shoes
|
| Get me back on board, pull me up with grace
|
| Get me back on board, let me be embraced
|
| 'cos even after all those words I want you for my own
|
| Touch me when the sun comes up and tell me that we’re home
|
| We’ll take a train to the graves again
|
| That we can learn the value of life
|
| Kick the snow with our shoe-heels, shivers give me a smile in the night
|
| Hey, honest to goodness girl
|
| I’d kiss you with the lips of the lord
|
| But to be honest to goodness, I feel I have to wait for the word
|
| And everytime that whistle blows, I’m stranded in my shoes
|
| 'cos I’m always, always trying to be the archetypal free
|
| The strangest something went to sleep, I buckled at the knees
|
| So here we go, digging through those dustbins, giving things new names |