Across a floor of shattered glass
With splinters in your eyes
You scurry like a rat aboard
A sinking ship
There is no time to swallow time
I've started pulling out my hair
The nights are drawing in
The leaves are on the turn
And my hair is growing thin
There is no time to swallow time...
Oh god I'm repeating myself
Where's my line?
Is that silver in my mouth?
Why are the birds all marching south?
Jesus Fucking Christ
The horses are escaping
Who forgot to tie the horses up?
If only I were able...
But lo, I see them running from the stable
Where's my fucking line?
You've been mixing up your metaphors
Don't forget to whip the horses eyes
Oh Jesus... God... The ice caps are melting
Darling its just the fucking liberal
Sprout eating, hemp wearing...
And now the rain is pelting...
What the fuck are you saying?
We have no time to sit and think
Jesus, have you been mixing your drinks?
The storm is drawing in
I can see a ripple on the surface of my gin
ENOUGH OF THIS FUCKING MADNESS
I followed you through the glass
I did everything you asked
But now a storm is brewing in this teacup
(Sometimes father would smash cups in a rage)
I stare into the tea leaves
Maybe its time to leave
But there is no end to vision and revision
there is no END there is no FIN
when the song is over
we'll have to rip it up and start again
then maybe I can change the names this time
we can build a better whirlpool
do you think they'll understand?
I guess the pen was always in my hands