Children walking under mulberry skies
The old conductor feeds his army of spies
I'm sewn up

And waiting on you
See you walking with a suit and a tie
Do you tread water or just skim off the sides?

I'm sewn up
And waiting on you


Never raised or held a hand to call her
Papa's got a brand new bag of squalor
My professor just told me

It was just water under the bridge
Never got a trophy
I guess its just the language that it is

It's the cover of the paper
Its just the nature of the biz


Picked up some wingtips from the old lost and found
New world disorder in a stereo sound
I'm sewn up

And waiting on you