Spacemen, cavorting, ridiculous jollity,
Fuzzing stars buzzing in the fabric
Space-time, folding, holding on
Spin, seven, nine, four,
Okay,
Just try to hold on.
Spinning lights flee by feeling
Hurry on Sunday
Slow
Circles.
Why? Why?
Why?
Why? Why?
You have no air.
You didn’t listen.
You had a warning…
Strap yourselves into the spin
Dazed and conned
Fused into your seat
Dancing in madness
Whistles, flutes and shakers
Unsettle your
Muted rhythm.
We sing for blessed distortion
Then drop away
Away
Who did
and
Why?
Why? Oh, God…
Bridge.
Wonder threw four bidden streets
and re-jet, the Prince Palls,
Ash on faced the walls.
Bridge.
Why? Why?
Why?
Why? Why?
Causes her arm.
Cause is her harm.
Cause is arm.
Arms are the cause of her harm.
Then-
Bridge.
Then-
Begin again…
You should not have done that.