They remember the time they had a thought.
Clock struck four and it spun around.
This utopia is what they drew last week,
where they stood in the pouring rain.
A tear in the sleep which was licked off.
They mentioned nothing, actually – it’s funny.
I’ll tell you what;
Stay here and play the fool.
Takes a load off them.
They’re counting on you, you know?
This character, the one you love so much, it’s what they need.
So, don’t be late upstairs.
Stroke the paw of the furry one.
Look how innocent he is.
Watch how those people go by and
remember how they felt.
It was good. It was symptomatic.
This is just it.
It doesn’t make any sense and
they knew it.
They revelled in it.
Looking after each other, they revelled in it.
Everyone has a muse. You are mine.
