Come down, another day

Morning streaked on a perspex screen

The screaming beaked blackbirds peck

The wrecked eyes of last week's lies

The sandman gets shallow sleep

He tries to weep for the grown-up things













One last peep for policemen

A'resting in the woodland side so steep



Oh and I hope I'm not going too fast for you

And don't believe it when they say it's over

It's not over



There's an ice age due on wednesdy

Overcast sky, blocks of fortune

The bridges sigh, the sweethearts are blank

They never thank, you know they never even try

Winking at the paperboy, paperwork

Overloaded portrait

Let it jerk you back to yesterday

That's where the curtains start to fray