After I left the edge of the New Day
Sat on the Ledge of another
(for years to come)
I turned my eye to the left and my vase of flowers turned into a TV screen
Nothing was playing.
So I went back to the house to get myself something to fix
I found many.
You haven't nursed any tortured souls
You've only abstracted a few waifs, strays and solo mums
You don't know pain and you know nothing of torture or torts
Your mind's a grain compared to God's (Gawds Gaurds Gauze)
Sat on the Ledge of another
(for years to come)
I turned my eye to the left and my vase of flowers turned into a TV screen
Nothing was playing.
So I went back to the house to get myself something to fix
I found many.
You haven't nursed any tortured souls
You've only abstracted a few waifs, strays and solo mums
You don't know pain and you know nothing of torture or torts
Your mind's a grain compared to God's (Gawds Gaurds Gauze)
The Source it hovers like vapour
which stretches back to infinity
which stretches back to infinity
The Source it bows and scrapes my past thoughts
Starting again Girl - so that the old sorts out
Will no longer be part of your culinary taunts
The ones who eat at your empty table
Keep listening to Bob and Patti - you like the Brother Sister thing
Don't you oh Isis, you pretty little song
Keep listening to Bob and Patti - you like the Brother Sister thing
Don't you oh Isis, you pretty little song
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