Between the black paint peeling And the endless seabirds scheming Clouds of sulphur hanging low Over the very thing that means the most to you A tumbledown cottage in a lost oak forest I did the knowledge and then I forgot it Yeah, I've forgotten more than you will ever know
There is a crack in the plans There is a crack in the plans
For these red lips For these blue eyes For his wandering feet For these dead hips For these new lies For this wonderful street
Down to the long sands alone Four days squandered in the tide I looked a fox in the face once In the shadow of a burger stand My eyes, my hands, like spider webs My gut, a soft white tyre A rabbit in the yellow leaves The sooty finger of a tree
