It's midnight and our silver tongued obsessions come at us out of the dark Scrambling to be recognised before tearing themselves apart It's zen and the art of Bollywood Heroes turning on a spit The lovers unable to resolve a pre-historic bitch We don't know the half of it Clever is as clever does His drawn lights sparkling on a merry-go-round Hypnotising everyone on it In zen and the art of forgery we're losing control of light DeLorian, Picasso, Mondre and El Greco some one's gonna pay the price
If I didn't know you better than that I'd never let you outta my sight
Where is the art of sorcery We wanna be fooled again Staggered by deception charmed into submission Helpless as a deck of cards. It's now the art of reality Calling a spade a spade Facing the obvious A monkey and his grinder But on a different plain.
I see you clearly from day to day As clearly as I see tonite.
Keep talking said the slow-eyed Mandarin \"I've got nothing to say\" Meet me on the staircase on your way down We'll see if there's been a mistake In zen and the art of algebra There is no value for time Whatever thrives inside the dark Decays on the outside.