Vision In Rags

Sun, bleeding through the porridge sky

Dreaming through the morning window

Slicing at my kitchen eyes

Bring me to the world again

Cold, chipping at my waste of mind

Ruining my concentration

Strangling my piece of time

You knock me to the earth again

Rhymes, banging at my backing track

Crunching on my front room driveway

Twitching at the gravel blinds

You're spitting at my door again

Call off the rest of the years

I've got nothing to say

So I'll say nothing here

You're happy with mud everywhere you look

You're a vision in rags

Sun, slip into my bedroom wine

Crash into my evening window

Drifting over drowsy skies

Get me to the sheets on time

Call off the rest of the years

I've got nothing to say

So I'll say nothing here

You're happy with mud everywhere you look

You're a vision in rags

Sleep on the lip

Down every drop

Dance on the

Dance on the old table

Say no more

Say no more

Say no more

Call off the rest of the years

I've got nothing to say

So I'll say nothing here

You're happy with mud everywhere you look

You're a vision in rags

Call off the...

Call of the...

Years, years, years, years, years.