Feeling strange and unsure In the place where I'm standing Feeling stained and impure And I'm frightened of landing Tie a flag on my head Take a walk on a moonbeam Just forget what she said She doesn't know what she means
Five fingers and four divisions That was all I ever counted Love provided with all provisions That was all I ever wanted
No escape from the truth No return from the deep Just a failure in faith And a hunch in a heap Stop the light coming in Tell the day not to break Let the night draw me in And the walls not to shake
Call out the fire engines Let's go down in a blaze of glory Turn all the hosepipes on and Bring in the hanging jury Hang 'em high
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