I was down in the city on a miracle street I flailed like a swimmer through the summer heat I was waiting for a friend that I needed to meet And I's hopin' she was bringin' with her something sweet And I's hopin' for an open little opening And I suffer for a groovy little happening But it's all going wrong just like I sing in that song The song I wrote about you that they put on TV The TV that I gave you 'cause you wanted to see But all you saw were spaces where the people used to be The hundred bastard voids with their pull on me In the valley of death you'll be breathless and free
You'll be dancing like a fool by the swollen sea You'll be twitching like a drunk in a pharmacy You'll be swatting at the flies in the pavillion Where the millionare just blew a gazillion Fingernails are all hot vermillion When the traffic grinds down to a standstill (ion) And the mynah birds are pecking at the carrion And you read it already in Hyperion And you read about my trial in the Clarion A sack full of ashes I've been carrying When the lights turn green I dissolve the screen When the lights turn red I put the whole thing to bed
Well I got a fever And I'm feeling fainter I'm a dim receiver I'm a Cold War painter If you can just hold still I will make you all so beautiful
When the lights turn blue I know what to do I'll drown my tomorrows in an ocean or two And the pretty little things with their magnets and rings Blooming like a flower through a series of springs Thank you Fate and the freight that she brings Thank you Fortuna and the song that she sings Thank you to my manager for letting me live Thank you to my friends and the friends that you're with
Thank you to the Lord who created all this There's a whole lotta hurt before you get to the bliss Why even Jesus Christ was betrayed by a kiss But that was long before that he got in show biz Well I understand the land and the land ain't no sea But when I try to walk I'm sinking you see
So I got a fever And I'm feeling fainter I'm a dim receiver I'm a Cold War painter If you can just hold still I will make you all so beautiful
Compositor: Marty Willson-Piper / Peter Koppes / Tim Powles