I found a book on how to be invisible

Take a pinch of keyhole


And fold yourself up


You cut along a dotted line

You think inside out


And you're invisible




Eye of Braille


Hem of anorak


Stem of wallflower

Hair of doormat





I found a book on how to be invisible

On the edge of the labyrinth


Under a veil you must never lift


Pages that you must never turn

In the labyrinth


You stand in front of a million doors


And each one holds a million more

Corridors that lead to the world


Of the invisible


Corridors that twist and turn

Corridors that blister and burn





Eye of Braille

Hem of anorak


Stem of wallflower


Hair of doormat

Is that the wind from the desert song?


Is that the autumn leaf falling?


Or is that you walking home?




Is that the wind from the desert song?


Is that the autumn leaf falling?

Or is that you walking home?


Is that a storm in the swimming pool?




You take a pinch of keyhole


And fold yourself up

You cut along a dotted line


You think inside out

You jump 'round three times

You jump into the mirror


And you're invisible