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 Wednesday

Overcast sky, blocks of fortune

The bridges sigh, the sweethearts are blank

They never thank, no, they never even try

Winking paperboy

Paperwork, overloaded portrait

Let it jerk you back to yesterday

That's where the curtains start to fray

Too fast for you

Too fast for you