I believe we`re crossing the great ravine
Still yearning half-way a stranger
I believe in our multiplicity
still part-blind no reason for anger
I believe we pull up our roots and retreat
A new crop of aerials in Dacca and Canberra
Why won`t you tell me the truth about you
Vaseline, you smeared it across every scene
Anchor-man drowns in a sea of sensation
Tyranny crushing the young bird`s seed
Halloween`s mate short fuse of the banker
We`re all spores but we`re never eunuchs love`s one the loose
Deflect the short tunics and the cameras ruse there`s no judgement
In ignorance I say
Some people tell me stories wasting all my time
Some trying not receiving someone else`s lies
It`s my time, yes it`s my time