LEVERS AND GEARS
Capo 2nd fret
You see I ve this friend
Who doesn t exist
He takes strides all in time
With the watch on his wrist
And I only speak cos he compels me to
It s much like the voice
That lives in my sleep
Painting Xes on dreams
That I d like to keep
But I d rather not mention that they all feature you
CHORUS:
Maybe I m not right between my ears
But crazy s just crazy, so it makes me not an ounce less sincere
But I ve got a notion that you re this way too
So let s be together in a white padded room
And make lovely machines of our twisted up levers and gears
Sometimes I send letters
From my fireplace
Yeah, I set them aglow
Watch them burn into space
As they float softly away from me
They re all addressed
To the blackest of skies
And I ask them to pour
On all but you and I
So we d huddle dry underneath the same tree
CHORUS
But my soul s got a voice
And a black telephone
And it calls me at night
When I am alone
And it s ranting and raving in languages I can t speak
But if everyone thought
All their thoughts right aloud
Would we all be locked up
And never let out?
I m convinced it s not only me
CHORUS
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