I`m sitting on 2 heads
Some seat I heard some said
Just waiting for Sunday
Four days after Wednesday
The higher clouds are closing in
To hide the deeds of Fertile Jim
Could this be a brand new low
One that we can`t talk aboutOne that we can`t live without
One that we can join in now
I`m standing on 2 feet
Now buried in concrete
Just waiting for sundown
So as to be not found
The higher clouds...