[Chorus]
Jan 9
In future time
The day science clipped its wings
Nobody flew
We all stood around
Shaking hands on the ground
We all stood around
Shaking hands on the ground
Jan 9
In future time
The day science clipped its
The day science clipped its
Nobody flew
We all stood around
Shaking hands on the ground
We all stood around
Shaking hands on the ground

[Verse]
We could only see the soles of their feet
We thought there were angels up ahead
(Ratata)
We could only see the soles of their feet
We thought there were angels up ahead
We could only see the soles of their feet
We thought there were angels up ahead
We decided that science
Which restricts information to the powers-that-be
Is a bad science
We decided no more
To be utilized
As "the objective voice"
We decided no more
To blind the people
That we knew more things
About that which was
Invisible than they
We decided no more
To be brought on
As the voice of the truth
We decided that
That which does not advance
Us is directly aligned to
That which destroys
We decided that resources
Are after all
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[Outro]
Finite
Finite
Finite
Finite
Finite
Finite
Finite
Finite
Finite
Finite
Finite
Finite
Finite
Finite
Finite
Finite
Finite
Finite
Finite
Finite
Finite
Finite
Finite
Finite
Finite
Finite

In the vicious flares
Of the mad young men
In the coated curls
Of the up-faced girls
In the thickening
Of my mother's legs
I see what's to come

Sister walks alone
Through the streets at night
Mother is at home
With the telephone
Brother's never there
In the north somewhere
Chasing up the work

All the boards are up
Houses all for sale
Patterning the street
With the gardens wild
I can't keep the junk
From the door at night

Baby baby pink
Baby baby blue
No one ever said
It would be like this
I don't feel at home
I don't feel at home
I don't feel at home

I am in my tribe
With its dark complaint
That you often hear
On the women's lips
As they lose their grip
Where did we go wrong?

I go to my friends
And we sit in bars
And we talk like girls
Who are making plans
And we talk like girls
Who are making plans
To get out of here

Baby baby pink
Baby baby blue
No one ever said
It would be like this
I don't feel at home
I don't feel at home
I don't feel at home

Give her the money and let her take care of it
The hook and the wire and the bloody red red
Give her the bottle and let her take care of it
The hook and the wire, and the hook and the wire

Give her the number and let her take care of it
The hook and the wire and the bloody red red rеd
Give her the lеtter and let her take care of it
The hook and the wire, and the hook and the wire

Oh I living, I living, I low
Oh I living, I living, I low

Give her the money and let her take care of it
The hook and the wire and the bloody red red
Give her the bottle, she'll walk through the streets
The stairs, the stairs, the stairs, falling-down accident

Give her the powder and let her take care of it
We got her in stitches, we got her in stitches
Give her the father and let him take care of it
The fool, the fool, the fool
Dirty little, dirty little
Dirty little, dirty little
Dirty little, dirty little
Dirty little, dirty little

She's wearing a coat that's too thin for the weather
She's wearing a coat that's too thin for the weather
She's wearing a coat that's too thin for the weather
She's wearing a coat that's too thin for the weather
Too thin for the weather
Too thin for the weather

I hover - you stutter
We miss - and crash
Mystery lies in the space between us
Mystery lies in the space between

My tongue gibbers but in your language
It's a miracle thing
Godsake
How we connect
How we connect
How we connect
How we connect
My tongue gibbers but in your language
How we connect
We connect
How we connect
We connect

Fact of life is a fact of distance
Poverty lies in the spacе between us
Mystery lies in thе space between us
I make sound which approaches language
Make my tongue a physical one
Fact of life is a fact of closeness
I lose nothing in this attempt
I lose nothing in this attempt
I lose nothing in this attempt
I lose nothing in this attempt

[Verse]
Cleans fast without scratching
Cleans fast without scratching
Cleans fast without scratching
Cleans fast without scratching
Cleans fast without scratching
Cleans fast without scratching
Cleans fast without scratching
Cleans fast without scratching

[Chorus]
Love
Love split
Love split with blood
With blood
With blood

Somewhere in wartime
She lost her heart
They came back heroes
With wings on
This was not romance
Nor glorycide
Back with white feathers
And wings on
Ask her to tell you
She'll tell you something

A story of time
Stopping
Ask her to show you
She'll show you something
Pretty gold medal
With wings on
And if you go there
Know why you go
Don't let them sell you
Those wings on

The first thing we can hope for
After the next great catalypsis
Is that the sun will come up
Over the bridge
Like it did
Like it did
Yesterday
And the day before
But by then, we'll all be indians anyway
But by then, we'll all be indians anyway
White indians
Dark indians
White indians
Dark indians
White indians
Dark indians
White indians
Dark indians

Welcome, welcome - I would give you the freedom of my own home
And you may sit in my kitchen between the hours of five and six
And you may butter your bread on the one side only
And we can do this because we're like that and we're quite groovy so you're lucky
Remember: welcome - I would give you the freedom of my own home
And you may butter your bread on the one side only

Hear the dogs barking outside
Hear the dogs barking! barking! outside

Everything in limitation, nothing open-handed
Everything in limitation, nothing open-handed
Nothing open-handed

This is some country, this is
This is some country, this is
This is some country

This is some country
What did you expect? What did you expect when you came?

When the truth begins to show
Man becomes a living soul
When the honey hits the core
Then my sweet is everywhere

She sits down to write him hers
Let this moment include you
He receives her with his eyes
Let this day be marked by you

When the honey hits, it's part of everything
When the honey hits, it's part of everything
I take what's coming
I takе what's coming

When the honey hits, it's part of еverything
When the honey hits, it's part of everything
I take what's coming
I take what's coming

She sits down to write him hers
Every second enclose you
He receives her with his eyes
Let this moment include you

She sits down to write him hers
Let this hour encompass you
He receives her with his eyes
Let this day be marked by you

When the honey hits the core
Then my sweet is everywhere
When the truth begins to show
Man becomes a living soul

Madame la Mer
Loosen your stays
Throw off those old whale bones

Carry me
On the wide-hipped sea
Throw off those old whale bones

Hold your ground
When your ship goes down
Throw off those old whale bones

Madame la Mer
Loosen your stays
Throw off those old whale bones