Cleaner Avenue

You say you're more or less confusionless
I'd say you're more or less heartless
How can you feel so right, when you haven't quite
Come on a different road?
To me it's very cold
Out where you are
Although it's not that far

I've heard a word or two about what's bugging you
People say it's me, but you know it's true that
There's a gulf between us
But what they do not know about us
Is written in our eyes, is written in our eyes
In a language they don't recognise
It's freedom for the wise
But torture for the girls and guys
Of the cleaner avenue
Since I came along they haven't touched you

Shake the morning dust from your hair
Wake the birds from the trees
Let your curls hang down
Let the avenue breathe
The mood is right for war
The soldiers' wind at your door
Warm armies in their place
Launched by your face
You're the passion of the human race
An alien in lace
Here but for the lowly grace
Of the greener and the true
Yet since you came along they haven't noticed you

But I'm not mad at you
No I'm not mad at you

When your mind is clear enough, you're brave enough
To call me on to war
When your mind is brave enough, you're calm enough
To call me on to war
When your mind is calm enough, you're clear enough
To call me on to war
When your mind is clear enough, you're brave enough
To call me on to war

I'm not mad at you
I'm not mad at you
I'm not mad at you