If you can summon the strength, tow meI can’t hold down the urgencyYou’ve got to make your descent slowlyAnd oil up those sticky keys Coax me out my lowAnd have a spin of my propeller It is a necessary evilNo cause for emergencyBorrow the beak of a bald eagleOh, momentary synergy Coax me out my lowSink into tomorrowCoax me out my lowAnd have a spin of my propeller My propeller won’t spin and I can’t get it started on my ownWhen are you arriving?My propeller won’t spin and I can’t get it started on my ownWhen are you arriving?My propeller won’t spin and I can’t get it started on my ownWhen are you arriving? My propeller

Outside the café by the cracker factoryYou were practicing a magic trickAnd my thoughts got rudeAs you talked and chewedOn the last of your pick 'n' mix Said your mistaken if you thinking that I had been called cold beforeAs you bit into your strawberry laceAnd then a flip in your attention in the form of a gobstopperIs all you have left and it was going to waste Your past times consisted of the strangeAnd twisted and derangedAnd I love that little game you had calledCrying LightningAnd how you like to aggravate the ice cream man on rainy afternoons The next time that I caught my own reflectionIt was on it's way to meet youThinking of excuses to postponeYou never looked like yourself from the sideBut your profile could not hideThe fact you knew I was approaching your throne With folded arms you occupy the bench like toothacheStood and puffed your chest out like you never lost a warAnd though I tried so not to suffer the indignity of reactionThere was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw And your past times consisted of the strangeAnd twisted and derangedAnd I hate that little game you had calledCrying LightningAnd how you like to aggravate the icky man on rainy afternoons UninvitingBut not half as impossible as everyone assumesYou are Crying Lightning Your past times consisted of the strangeAnd twisted and derangedAnd I hate that little game you had calledCrying LightningCrying LightningCrying LightningCrying Lightning Your past times consisted of the strangeAnd twisted and derangedAnd I hate that little game you had calledCrying

"...pinned down by the dark..." Been fighting with my sheetsAnd nearly crying in my sleepYes, I'm battling that well-taught gripeThe most restraining typeYou should have racing stripes The way you keep me in pursuitSharpen the heel of your bootAnd you press it to my chest and you make me wheezeThen to my knees you do promote me I'm pinned down by the darkA-N-I-M-A-LMakes my head pirouetteMore than I won't be willing to confessD-A-N-G-E-R-O-U-S The light it fidgets throughThe thoughts'll soon revert to youAbout as bashful as a tribal danceThe first and final chanceAnd cause the audience Of frighteners and fiendsDivided up into two teamsWhen the acrobat fell off the beamShe broke everyone's hearts I'm pinned down by the darkA-N-I-M-A-LMakes my head pirouetteMore than i would be willing to confessD-A-N-G-E-R-O-U-S D-A-N-G-E-R-O-U-SThe most unsuitable petIt's been long enough now so let'sMake a mess, lioness I'm pinned down by the darkI'm pinned down by the dark, oh D-A-N-G-E-R-O-U-SA-N-I-M-A-LD-A-N-G-E-R-O-U-SA-N-I-M-A-L

I was biting the time zoneAnd we embellish the banks of our bloodstreamsAnd threw caution to the colourfulThen we fell asleep in the carUntil the bumps woke me up in your gripAnd the tide took me to your mouthAnd then swept me back down to your palms It’s them that put me inside the reminderThat yours is the only ocean(Yours is the only ocean)That I wanna swing fromYours is the only oceanThat I wanna hang on I've got this ego mechanicShe’s always trying to give me vitaminsI should be frightened of your reflectionI preferred her as a cartoonIf I could be someone else for a weekI’d spend it chasing after you'Cause she’s not shattering my attitudeNo matter how she folds the potion Yours is the only ocean(Yours is the only ocean)That I wanna swing fromYours is the only oceanThat I wanna hang on to I’m swinging onYours is the only oceanYours is the only oceanYours is the only oceanYours is the only ocean Potion approaching, shield your eyesPotion approaching, visualizeHolding a token, swollen in sizePotion approaching, shield your eyes Oh but if we’re gonna escape thoughWe really ought to think it throughWould you like me to build you a go-kart?

Fools on paradeCavort and carry on for waiting eyesThat you would rather be beside than in front ofBut she’s never been the kind to be hollowed by the stares She swam out of tonight’s phantasmGrabbed my hand and made it very clearThere’s absolutely nothing for us here It’s a magnolia celebrationTo be attempted on a Wednesday nightIt’s better than to get a reputationAs a miserable little tykeAt least that’s the conclusionShe came to in this overture The secret door swings behind usShe’s saying nothingShe’s just giggling along Her arms were folded most indignantNot looking like she was soon to leaveI had to squint in order to believe And then like a butler pushing on a bookshelfI’m unveiling the unexpectedHow she was never gonna look to?Suddenly embarrassed and correctedHow could such a creatureSurvive in such a habitat And the secret door swings behind usShe’s saying nothingShe’s just giggling alongAnd even if they were to find usI wouldn’t notice, I’m completely occupied As all the fools on paradeCavort and carry on for waiting eyesThat you would rather be beside than in front ofBut she’s never been the kindTo be hollowed by the stares Fools on paradeFrolic and fuck about to make her gazeTurn to a scribble on a page by a pictureThat holds her optionsBut you’re daft to think she’d care Fools on paradeFools on paradeFools on paradeConduct a sing-along

Ooh, oohOoh, ooh You showed me my tomorrowBeside a box of matchesA welcome threatening stir My hopes of being stolenMight just ring trueDepends who you preferOoh, ooh But if it's true you're gonna run awayTell me where, I'll meet you there Am I snapping the excitementIf I pack away the laughterAnd tell you how it feelsOoh Does burden come to meet yaWith questions of the featureThat rolls on your dream reelOoh The day after you stole my heartEverything I touched told meIt would be better shared with you, with you And now you're hiding in my soupAnd this book reveals your faceAnd you're splashing in my eyelidsAs the concentration continually breaks I did request the mark you castDidn't heal as fastI hear your voice in silencesWill the teasing of the fire be followed by the thud? In the jostling crowdYou're not allowed to tell the truthAnd the photo booth's a liarOoh, ooh There's a sharpened explanationBut there's no screaming reason to enquireOoh, ooh I'd like to poke them in their prying eyesWith things they'd never seeIf it smacked them in their temples

Thought I saw you in the BattleshipBut it was only a look-alikeShe was nothing but a vision trickUnder the warning light She was closeClose enough to be your ghostBut my chances turned to toastWhen I asked her if I could call her your name I thought I saw you in the Rusty HookHuddled up in a wicker chairI wandered up for a closer lookAnd kissed who ever was sitting there She was closeAnd she held me very tightlyTill I asked awfully politely"Please, can I call you her name?" And I elongated my lift homeYeah, I let him go the long way 'roundI smelt your scent on the seatbeltAnd kept my shortcuts to myself I thought I saw you in the Parrot's BeakMessing with the smoke alarmIt was too loud for me to hear her speakAnd she had a broken arm It was closeSo close that the walls were wetAnd she wrote it out in letraset"No, you can't call me her name" Tell me where's your hiding placeI'm worried I'll forget your faceAnd I've asked everyoneAnd I'm beginning to think I imagined you all along I elongated my lift homeYeah, I let him go the long way 'roundI smelt your scent on the seatbeltAnd kept my shortcuts to myself I saw your sister in the CornerstoneOn the phone to the middle manWhen I saw that she was on her ownI thought she might understand She was closeWell you couldn't get much closerShe said "I'm really not supposed toBut yes, you can call me anything you want."

I heard the truth was built to bendA mechanism to suspend the guiltIs what you are requiring stillYou’ve got to dance little liar Just like those fibs to pop and fizzAnd you’ll be forced to take that awful quizAnd you’re bound to tripAnd she’ll detect the fiction onYour lips and dig a contradiction up And the clean coming will hurtAnd you can never get it spotlessWhen there’s dirt beneath the dirtThe liar take a lot less time I’m sure it’s clear and plain to meIt's not an alibi you need just yetOh no it’s something for those beads of sweatYes, that we’ll get you back to normal And after you have dabbed the patch, you’ll grieveAnd then proceed to scratch the varnish offThat newly added calmnessSo as not to raise any alarms too soon And the clean coming will hurtAnd you can never get it spotlessWhen there’s dirt beneath the dirtThe liar takes a lot less- Time to decide on his saunterHave you got itchy bonesAnd in all your time aloneCan you hack your mind being riddledWith the wrong memories And the clean coming will hurtAnd you can never get it spotlessWhen there’s dirt between the dirt

Fiendish wonder in a carnivals wakeDull caresses once again irritateTread softly strangerMove over toward the danger that you seek You think excitement has recededThen the mirror distractsThe logic of the trans quickly reaches and graspsHandsome and facelessAnd weightless your imagination runs And now it’s no one’s fault but yoursAt the foot of the house of cardsYou thought you’d never get obsessedYou thought the wolves would be impressed And you’re a sinking stone'Cause you know what it’s like to hold the jeweller’s handsThat procession of pioneers all drown In the moonlight they’re more thrillingThose things that he knowsAs he leads you through the grinning, buddled, blowers in the snowWatching his exit is like falling off the ferry in the night Inevitables gather to push you aroundAny old voice makes such a punishing soundHe became laughter’s assassinShortly after he showed you what it was And now it’s no one’s fault but yoursAt the foot of the house of cardsYou thought you’d never get obsessedYou thought the wolves would be impressed And you’re a sinking stone'Cause you know what it’s like to hold the jeweller’s handsThat procession of pioneers all drown If you’ve a lesson to teach meI’m listening, ready to learnThere’s no one here to police meI’m sinking in until you return If you’ve a lesson to teach meDon’t deviate, don’t be afraidWithout the last corner piece I can’t calibrateLet’s get it ingrained If you’ve a lesson to teach meI’m listening, ready to learnThere’s no one here to police meI’m sinking in until you return If you’ve a lesson to teach me,Don’t deviate, don’t be afraidWithout the last corner piece I can’t calibrateLet’s get it ingrained If you’ve a lesson to teach meI’m listening, ready to learnThere’s no one here to police meI’m sinking in until you return If you’ve a lesson to teach meDon’t deviate, don’t be afraidWithout the last corner piece I can’t calibrateLet’s get it ingrained

Tricking through the morning, the tramp with the trampolineUnder his arm shifts past your whiskersSo spark is a charm with the barking alarmWeighs coil 'til the corner is turned And the bicycle wheels all struggle to move 'roundIn your muddy mind, blatantly cape townAnd will interwine in co-operative timeShall we sit on the springs 'til the mung goes dry? All the pretty visitors came and waved their armsAnd cast the shadow of a snake pit on the wallAll the pretty visitors came and waved their armsAnd cast the shadow of a snake pit on the What came first the chicken or the dickhead?Split sleep reeps rewards from ill fitting thoughtsA twilight force, she doesn’t wanna walkYour legs start running and your leg gets caught Canopy 19 is perfectly placed forThe reasonably frightening, pulled from the after tasteYou’ll have to slip away and I’m happy to sayBehold as the crook in the hammock plays All the pretty visitors came and waved their armsAnd cast the shadow of a snake pit on the wallAll the pretty visitors came and waved their armsAnd cast the shadow of a snake pit on the wall Behold as the crook in the hammock plays Cruelly with the base of the scalesAnd fiddles with the feet on a balancing actGagged, bound and craft in a taleTrailing wrapped in a gasp Cruelly with the base of the scalesAnd fucking fiddles with the feet on a balancing actYou were gagged, bound and craft in a taleTrailing wrapped in a gasp All the pretty visitors came and waved their armsAnd cast the shadow of a snake pit on the wallAll the pretty visitors came and waved their armsAnd cast the shadow of a snake pit on the wall.