I know you'll read the picture With a tessellated sigh You'll put it in a corner Of your highly vibrant mind You'll rinse it with your tired fists You'll place it on the shelf You were always so bloody good at this I admire the way you throw things to the wind So come on brother just try to tune right in If there's one thing I would ask you Is that you'd start listening You can dress it with your knowing And flay it with your charm But the point is you're not listening With those open arms I can try to get you open To understand that what I give These fruits with which I labour are rotting in the wind So come on brother just try to tune right in If there's one thing I would ask you Is that you'd start listening So come on my friend Start your tuning in There's only one omission You're never listening So come on brother Just try to tune right in If there's one thing I would ask you Is that you start listening