It's a cold day in the winter sun Sets down hayfire to our beds Microscopic giants roam the streets To set our cars alight Our homes are a harvest for the evil around We smuggle it across the border Subservience is our way to rule We rule ourselves from the safety of view Look to the skies, the sun is setting It's just the world turning away From every great star comes a lonely death And a big black hole I make my own blindfold,it comes out at night Take arms against the decay Shoe strings, heart strings, semi-blue pages It's hardly a work of art. Button the hatches, like every man should Set sail across your own ocean Like a knife in the sky, you'll fly Like a dream, you'll never come down False winds surround, pie in the sky Bottle your needs for special interest Pour out your soul in the foyer What a way to live.