Tunng

These books were alive they spoke to me
The books have nothing to say
Inside ahead, it was a flood of white noise
Aside the chair, it shut down for four days
Green and brown are growing sweet a now aside
You run the bar in through a picture of your time
The wind-up bird was her new muse
The wind-up bird was her new muse
The wind-up bird was her new muse
She made the frontpage bad news
Tell me a story inside
Lie if you like but make the details true in my mind
We need to feel absolutely wrapped in your glove
Lie back and listen
As I read you, my love
The low mower side, sharpened his blades
And we all told you that it's good to be scared