Amaryllis In The Sprawl

Looking real pretty in her anorak
Between the A111 and the railway track
Amaryllis has a dream of traffic cones
And a crumpled raincheck for the pleasure dome
She says, "Nothing is unbearable, nothing is unbearable"

Peering through the window at the greasy sky
And the complicated beauty of a river run dry
Everything connected to her pleasure and pain
She gonna try it all at once and do it all again
As if everything's a riddle to her, everything's a riddle to her

All of history, slack demented poetry
Take a look at Amaryllis in the sprawl
And the road-kill kitten wants to feel it all

Out around the ring road in the falling dark
Between the heritage center and the business park
Amaryllis thinking on the world and I
The way the mud don't love you and the trees don't cry
All of it's embarrassing, all of it's embarrassing

All of history, lit up like a Christmas tree
Take a look at Amaryllis in the sprawl
And the car park's freezing but the rain don't fall

Amaryllis moving through the shifting night
It's a temporary structure but it feels alright
The flesh of the city where it's got no bones
And everywhere's America and nowhere's home
And I dropped her off at Kidderminster, dropped her off at Kidderminster

All of history, not all it's cracked up to be
Take a look at Amaryllis in the sprawl
And the electronic eyeballs get to see it all
Isn't it delirious?