My Propeller

The painted faces congregate In the mating season The second hopes They go alone In no rush to leave 'em And there's a fountain And a scimitar Shaped yellow light That picks you up And cuts you down to size The people there And the furniture Start to

Made me kiss you with a whisper And violently you swung through unfamiliar tounge Couldn't listen to tradition Grabbed me by the wrist To silently insist And when I'm in the confines of crawling walls You hold me in place The ripples on the ceiling,

Try and think of something colourful for this season Pull the wool over the gullible for no reason You are all I have these days, shake it up and run away With the night squabbling behind you From the smoke in your hair to the blood in your bruise An

If you can summon the strength, tow me I can't hold down the urgency You've got to make your decent slowly And oil up those sticky keys Coax me out, my love And have a spin of my propeller It's a necessary evil No cause for emergency Borrow the beak