An injection of time Straight to the vein From the long hand of the clock That's red with the life it's drained An umbrella flew from the tip of my tongue To shield us from the truth of what we'd become What we've become
And now the moth bitten cloak of the night sky Creeps into my bed where you'd lie No! I'm just making shapes from shadows
Ah babe How I wish you'd been able to carve The tablet to tell of my time at the farm The childish scenario recited for crooks Is wasted on idle minds Just for pretty looks
