E. Broughton
A five year old child is playing beads with a thinker, beads with a thinker if you please.
A five year old child is playing beads with a thinker, beads with a thinker if you please.
The minister of data feels like getting high
Looks down on you people through the holes in both his eyes – outside.
A tired and gaudy woman is looking for a manger, looking for a manger on her knees
A tired and gaudy woman is looking for a manger – somewhere women can be.
If you mean to say you don't know why
You hurt someone a mother cries
I'm shot to pieces, nerve ends dangling
Then I'll come on like the Boston strangler
I'm not alone in this place
Never get past the tears on her face
Everybody trying to help me like they're trying to win a race.
She said she loved me, that was delightful
But she never really saw me so come and get your eyeful
Look into my mirror, everyone's a mirror
Does it make you warm or does it make you shiver
Come back flow - here and now – it's where we grow.
I met her in a garden
Where the warriors grow
We shivered in the darkness
I knew you were at home
I told you I was lonely
I begged you not to cry
Blown smoke in my head
Green lights in your eyes
Green lights in your eyes
Door to door to door
Door to door to door
You know about me and the business man
It's hard to keep a friend
Stone cold shaking – waiting for the rest
Wondering where it ends
I don't know how I ever came this way
I don't know how I got this far at all.
Green lights in your eyes
Green lights in your eyes
You said you'd like to meet her
And it was soon arranged
She said you were her sister
Though we all felt strange
Green lights in your eyes
Green lights in your eyes
Door to door to door
Door to door to door
Green lights in your eyes
Green lights in your eyes
Door to door to door
Door to door to door
Green lights in your eyes