There is no comparison Between things about to have been Missing the point of our mission Will we become misshapen?
A change of heart Will force the nail Nailed to the door To all avail
There are no divisions Between things about to collide Hitting the floor with our vision A focus at some point arrives
A change of mind Will force the nail To hit the head And set the sail
A change of skin Will shed the tail Hung on the wall For use again A change of heart Will force the nail... (There is no comparison Between things about to have been)
Smash the pig This pork is mine I'm pining for the pork Of the porcupine I'd best be on my best behaviour Best behave yourself you hear
There are silent ways of wishing now Wish I had what's turning round Round the corridor There are people there Through the peephole I can see me down
Very nice Some pressure feelings You know how you hope For something to hope for
There What is that paper there Paper is a collander Collander's picking holes in me He's the holy water there Water's paper like an impure A strange moment as your
Paper is a collander Collander is picking holes in me Suck the pig this pork is mine 'Pining for the pork of the porcupine find out I'm beginning to see the lightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
