Where I am
No one makes a sound
No one makes a peep
No one opens their mouth to speak
Oh, the constant idling of winter work
Work I recognise and understand
No more, "What-must-he-think?'
No more, "I-think-he-thinks"
More, alone and idling in a van
Where I am
No one makes a sound
Nobody makes a peep
No one opens their mouth to speak
Oh, the constant sifting for material
Or the constantly in my head
Oh, ain't that uncanny, ain't that unnatural, yeah
Taking everything to bed, yeah, well
Burgundy's crestfallen, she's outside herself
Saying, "Why do I do what I did?", yeah
When I get out of high level, yeah, when, not if
I'm just going to want to hold and smell and touch my kids, yeah
Dance-dance to their timeless trance
And dream-dream to the stone of their dreams
Go on, little drunken astronauts, go
Far, straight, forgiving and brief
Forget the hawks, jaguars, the knife-lickers and creeps
Where I am
No one makes a sound
No one makes a peep
No one opens their mouth to speak
Moonslow your eyelashes, fluttering above your cheeks
Moonslow your little lashes, please, go to sleep
Yeah, please, go to sleep
Honey, please, go to sleep
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