Impulse of man
Under amillion scattered stars
From rippled earth that's cracked and sleeping
Under the frozen static stars
The headless clay woman's
Shimmering body stands
And the frost that locks her nakedness
Melts away
Through air that's crystal black ink shadows
As sharp as the thickest thorn and the ice
She moves painless, slow and flowing
Across the wild and trembling path
And the headless clay woman's
Motionless beauty shines
Restless stars reflect in wet red streams
Across her back
Her bare feet step over the split stones
Past the water pump and the pail
Round and round the paint flaking empty house
And past the glass warped window
And the headless clay woman
She stands half up and half down the stairs
She cannot see the bottom
And she cannot see the top
A million stars are shining
A million stars...
As she lies back down
In the frozen warped world
From rippled earth that's cracked and sleeping
Under the frozen static stars
The headless clay woman's
Shimmering body stands
And the frost that locks her nakedness
Melts away
Through air that's crystal black ink shadows
As sharp as the thickest thorn and the ice
She moves painless, slow and flowing
Across the wild and trembling path
And the headless clay woman's
Motionless beauty shines
Restless stars reflect in wet red streams
Across her back
Her bare feet step over the split stones
Past the water pump and the pail
Round and round the paint flaking empty house
And past the glass warped window
And the headless clay woman
She stands half up and half down the stairs
She cannot see the bottom
And she cannot see the top
A million stars are shining
A million stars...
As she lies back down
In the frozen warped world
Stay away from the accordion girl
If you see the accordion girl
Better walk the other way
Underneath the viaduct
Might be where you'll hear her play
If you see the accordion girl
I'll give you some advice
Avoid her eyes and walk away
And I lie in the night and I listen
And I want to hear her play.
If you see the accordion girl
Walking by the perfumed river
Tell me is she on her own
Tell me is there someone with her
Where the grapes hang thick on the vine
And far behind the faint stars shine
And fall like pearls of alien corn
That break in waves against my door
If you see the accordion girl...
Better walk the other way
Underneath the viaduct
Might be where you'll hear her play
If you see the accordion girl
I'll give you some advice
Avoid her eyes and walk away
And I lie in the night and I listen
And I want to hear her play.
If you see the accordion girl
Walking by the perfumed river
Tell me is she on her own
Tell me is there someone with her
Where the grapes hang thick on the vine
And far behind the faint stars shine
And fall like pearls of alien corn
That break in waves against my door
If you see the accordion girl...
A room lives in Lucy
I hear voices from another morning
And in the sunlight I feel the room grow
Windows, white curtained and smooth walls
But the night leaves her on the floors
Of a mansion hall
And the feet on the floors
I must get up off the floors
Off the floors... off the floors....
In Lucy lives a room, inside
I feel someone's waking in my room again
She says she's leaving
But she will never go
Wilting while waiting in the dark leaves
She's stretching but she cannot reach
The pale flowers
Watching their petals fall
Like the rain
How it rains... how it rains...
In Lucy lives a room, inside
There are a lot of nice places we could go
There are such a lot of nice places we could go
There are so many beautiful places
I've seen them somewhere
But where is it we go
With the crumbled statues in the dappled wood
And the gentle laughter swirls round the room
And she's gone
In Lucy lives a room
And in the sunlight I feel the room grow
Windows, white curtained and smooth walls
But the night leaves her on the floors
Of a mansion hall
And the feet on the floors
I must get up off the floors
Off the floors... off the floors....
In Lucy lives a room, inside
I feel someone's waking in my room again
She says she's leaving
But she will never go
Wilting while waiting in the dark leaves
She's stretching but she cannot reach
The pale flowers
Watching their petals fall
Like the rain
How it rains... how it rains...
In Lucy lives a room, inside
There are a lot of nice places we could go
There are such a lot of nice places we could go
There are so many beautiful places
I've seen them somewhere
But where is it we go
With the crumbled statues in the dappled wood
And the gentle laughter swirls round the room
And she's gone
In Lucy lives a room
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