A self-fulfilling prophecy of endless possibility You roll in reams across the street In algebra, in algebra The fences that you cannot climb The sentences
And it rained all night and washed the filth away Down New York airconditioned drains The click click clack of the heavy black trains A million engines
No more going to the dark side with your flying saucer eyes No more falling down a wormhole that I have to pull you out The wriggling, squiggling worm
me in The more you try to erase me The more, the more The more that I appear Oh the more, the more The more you try the eraser The more, the more The
Try to save it but it doesn't come off the rock Try to build a wall that is high enough It's all boiling over a All boiling over Try to save your house
What will grow quickly, that you can't make straight It's the price you gotta pay Do yourself a favour and pack you bags Buy a ticket and get on the
Time is running out for us But you just move the hands upon the clock You throw coins in the wishing well For us You just move your hands upon the wall
Don?t walk the plank like I did You will be dispensed with when you?ve become inconvenient Up on Harrowdown Hill The way you used to go to school That
I'm in a skip divided malfunction I flap around and dive bomb Frantically around your light Enveloped in a sad distraction I got your voice repeating
Try to save it but it doesn't come off the rug Try to build a wall that is high enough It's all boiling over, all boiling over Try to save your house
A self-fulfilling prophecy Of endless possibility You roll in reams across the street In algebra, in algebra The fences that you cannot climb The sentences
No more going to the dark side With your flying saucer eyes No more falling down a wormhole That I have to pull you out Wriggling, twiggling worm inside
And it rained all night and washed the filth away Down New York air-conditioned drains Oh, the click click clack of the heavy black trains A million engines
The more you try to erase me The more, the more The more that I appear Oh, the more, the more The more you try the eraser The more, the more The more
Time is running out for us But you just move the hands upon the clock You throw coins in a wishing well, wake up You just move your hands upon the clock
What will grow crooked you can't make straight It's the price that you gotta pay Do yourself a favor and pack your bags Buy a ticket and get on the train
