I went on a walkabout, oh woe I went on a walkabout, oh woe I met a man I could not meet We formed a totality so complete Desire pushed us Beyond the limits of thought
His mansion had a plenitude of rooms I couldn’t find my way inside the Coombs But my love was waiting there for me In a room containing all and only Those that did not contain themselves
In the land of P and not P What did you expect to find? In the land of P and not P You’d both be and not be mine You’d both be and not be mine You’d both be and not be mine
Our explosive love was on the rocks He handed me a taped-up Sylvan’s box Inside there was a wedding ring And yet there wasn’t anything Then a nearby Priest Declared that two were one
In the land of P and not P What did you expect to find? In the land of P and not P You’d both be and not be mine You’d both be and not be mine You’d both be and not be mine