We trudged down from the undergrowth Along the open road We knew our own way home We knew our own way home At that flattened, twisted junction I have chosen heavy loads The unlucky ones, they know The unlucky ones, they know
There's no disguise for this Why do I try to hide The workings of, the amblings of A toppled mind? Will this continue to the next thing? Did it follow from the last? I can't remember how I can't remember how
A passer by was staring deep Into your open skirt As we lay there in the dirt As we lay there in the dirt Should we make ourselves do painful things? And do they really hurt? Do they really hurt? Do they really hurt?
There's no disguise for this Why do I try to hide The workings of, the amblings of A toppled mind? Will this continue to the next thing? Did it follow from the last? I can't remember how I can't remember how
You pushed me down into the crack Of that ruptured edifice And trod my leaking limbs down flat Saying, 'Nothing will stand proud of this' And no, I don't have a routine Or at least not one like you mean And I say I can't get to sleep But I'll lose myself in those filthy sheets