
The common or garden
Are raising a smile
They're over the moon
Flying for miles
And everyone sees it
But no one admits
It seems to me
It's simple to miss
Simple to miss
Simple to miss
How long will it take them
To untune the sky?
Open the wound
Crack the disguise
They're speaking and reeking
Of eels and wires
They could choose instead
To untune their heads
Untune their heads
Untune their heads
Now all of my friends
Are spending their lunch
Looking for proof
That life is still fun
It takes only trouble
To find out what fits
They know what we've done
Won't wipe out the sun
Wipe out the sun
Wipe out the sun