Rows of houses, all bearing on me I can feel their blue hands touching me All these things into position these things we'll one swallow whole And fade out again and fade out
This will, will not communicate These thoughts and the strain I am under Be a world child, a circle Before we all go under And fade again and fade out again
Cracked eggs, dead birds Scream as they fight for life can feel death, can see its beady eyes All these things position All these things one day swallow whole And fade out again and fade out again