Roll over the waterline and kick into space
It's too late to justify our separate ways

It's quiet
You'll hang around
Leave your self there lying down
The skylight helps to beef the town's attractions
Like it's chimneystack matches

Roll over the waterline and kick into space
It's too late to justify our separate ways

When the world breaks in with insistant care
And shakes me
And I'm sleeping
And I'm sleeping there
In the mushroom dark
In the attic land with the star-lit stars

Roll over the waterline and kick into space
It's too late to justify our separate ways

When the world breaks in with it's piston blare
And it hates me
When I'm sleeping
And I'm sleeping there
An erratic farce
In the mushroom land with the startling stars

I feel them closing in, dolouring everything
Let me get back to bed
Replace the coffin lid