Nothing left to do
Only lies are true
They laughing at me

Burning money cold
To keep us warmer
(Caught up in his throat)

Caught up in his throat
A quote to change it all
Gotta leave the bar

Shouting louder

Reason and the sun

Waiting till it's done
Oh, no
Don't, don't do


Take the morning road
To the nearest point

And hold on
Two of you won't be
Won't be enough

The sky is falling
To the nearest one
Now that they can't see

No beauty
Beautifully quiet
They think it's gone

Think beauty has gone
All gone


Costermonger cares
Need a crossroads train
Don't matter where to try

To sell my soul
Although it's lazy
(Space there on my back)

Space there on my back
Monkeys on it's way
Wooden horse of Troy

Is in the car park

Reason and the sun

Waiting till it's done