I believe we´re crossing the great ravine Still yearning half way a stranger I believe in our multiplicty Still part-blind no reason for anger I believe we pull up our roots and retreat
A new crop of aerials in Dacca and Canberra
Why don´t you tell me the truth about you
Vaseline, you smeared it across every scene Anchor-man drowns in a sea of sensation Tyranny, crushing the young bird´s seed Hallowe´en´s mate, short fuse of the banker
We´re all spores but we´re never eunuchs Love´s on the loose deflect the short tunic And the cameras ruse There´s no judgement in ignorance I say
Some people tell me stories, wasting all my time Some trying not receiving someone else´s lies It´s my time, yes it´s my time