From the recording Hubris
Lyrics
Crumbs in my pockets, crumbs on the ground
I found a spring whilst walking around
But that doesn't mean we are in a big clock
And that doesn't mean that a foot is a sock for a skeleton
Fish in a barrel, beer in a bowl
Which way do rocks run when they roll
And which day do frocks shun when they're old?
And which way to box guns when they're sold?
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, this way, that way
At night the lunatics convene, cartwheels on my lawn
Throwing stones, clamouring for the rapture
No one told me why
No one told me why
Why must they all lie?
Numb in my fingers, nuns in my hand
I found a frog sitting in the wasteland
And I found a strand fitting in a new bog
I found a dog lying under your stair
I faced God and I wasn't that scared
At night the lunatics convene, cartwheels on my lawn
Throwing stones, clamouring for the rapture
No one told me why
No one told me why
Windmills fill the sky