Stephen Song Lyrics - The Wonderful And Frightening World Of The Fall - Fall

It was a thing with a head like a spud ball 

It was a song, the song we were looking for 

I always have to state to myself 

It has nothing to do with me 

He has nothing 

He is not me 

(His vendetta parchment) 

Floating grey abundance 

Against my palace of conscience 

(Our hero deeply loved 

Moonlit walked past privet and wide-leaved foliage) 

I'll tell you of the rats in this world 

Fawning in place with The Face 

Men coming between each other 

For the sake of a two-minute urge 

(It is headless) 

Worth $5 in London 

And cursed anon. 

Our hero, still deeply loved 

Moonlit walks past privet and wide leaved 

It was no more a net of mesh 

It was class 

He did not blink a lid 

He braced his self-imposed gorgeous adult net 

And breeze 

And it was class 

And no no-man's land 

Ever had this?