Twitching off and blinking on and switching twitching then they're gone and all the stars in the night sky don't even see me, what's the why in that?

Flat earth spins like it's a wheel and it doesn't seem so real when you're stuck inside the hub at the centre of your universe.

Purse your lips and try to tweet like those birds you'll never meet and you certainly won't fly without propellers, what's the why in that?

So you buy a little ju-ju but you know that's it's just voodoo and the stars still cannot see you, but you're spinning in an orbit around the moon and you can't help it, there's a name for it, remember? it's September and December's on the way.

One more day and you've just struck out and the hood tells you to **** out, but you put in another pennyworth and what's that worth if anything at all.

Switching on and tuning out and the World about you turns while a paradise still burns, but you left it all behind.