Strangelight
BRIAN ENO
The sun's a strange light
Nothing grows right anymore
Scars on every stalk
Whose mouth should I use to talk?
The force that marks the routine
Temperature, whatever degrees
Create the bad thing
And lay our heads in it
Now it's hard to punch the clock
On a site where production's stopped
I'm just a warehouse filled with junk
Some somethings for some someones
Tasking time with tracking eye
Tectonic shifts one nerve at a time
I lay my head in it
A hundred plans to foritfy
Beige concrete goes on for miles
Hiding cities under it
Fill my mouth with non-mouth spit
There was a light at the window
A light under the door
But, it's not there anymore
(Come on over
Get your shoes on
Get your feet on, baby
Come on over)
