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 Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.