i have a sister i haven’t always known
she tells me things i haven’t seen
the kinds of vision appear in widescreen
she says i am the dream

where the buskers play sibelius
and dance while singing shakespeare
agonising over eliot
when it’s yeats they wanna hear
who is your friend that looks so strange at me
who is your friend that looks so strange?
could get to feeling i am afraid of her
but what’s the use to me in being afraid

big as a thumbnail as small as the moon
within your eyeline
paint your thumbnail, chew on the moon
ignore the skyline

‘til the buskers play sibelius
and dance while singing shakespeare
agonising over eliot
when it’s yeats they wanna hear
who is your friend that looks so strange at me
who is your friend that looks so strange i
could get to feeling i’m afraid of her
but what’s the use to me in being afraid?