Undrowned

First, boy, I think you should know
If you try hard, then you might get a part as
A doe-eyed impressionist mime
Bare as the lives of the footballers' wives
That surround you, their diamonds aloft
A system of pistons archnid and blistered
A billboard, a murder of crows
While princes fly drones that can see through your bones, and

The wind stops, the temperature drops
And harpies melt through you like horses to glue
I believe you, but not what you say
To close in around 'til you're scorched and undrowned
They devour you in tottering heels
And who wants the Falklands and who wants the Balklands
I love you, just like a bank
There's so much to talk about, that we don't talk about

Boy
Trust in me
I fell

She said, "It fills me with dread
The people in Parliament don't know the half of it"
"Please, son, it's only a sport
The fate of a ball don't enthrall me at all"

"So, relax, here, go through it again
Who have you seen knows what all of it means?"

I fell down, down
Then I
Saw a billionaire
With all his innards nailed

To the walls, to the walls, to the west
Don't fear it now
But don't stop asking

Hey, man, you're probably right
It's not a galaxy made for a guy like me
Birdless, the edge of the world
The edge of my memory, some kind of energy
Burned up and frittered away
Bile in the gutters and gout for a god
But I'm lawful, I kept my head down
I turned a blind eye and I played my cards right

I'm in debt, man, I've waited too long
I bought all the right things, I've thought all the right things
I'm lonely, I don't know myself
I thought there was something, I'm waiting for something

Oh, down
Down
Don't leave
Don't leave
Don't leave
Don't leave me (to the walls, to the walls, to the west)
Don't leave
Don't let me down



Credits
Writer(s): Jeremy Joseph Pritchard, Alexander Kaines Robertshaw, Jonathan Joseph Higgs, Michael David Spearman
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