Triangle

Sitting on a clothes peg
Just like a child in school,
Counting grains of sand,
And wondering,
What to do?
His life is now just busses, trains,
And clocks from nine, till four,
There's four of them, and one of her,
And she is at the head of all,
Of him, of her, of you!
Of him, of her, now of you!
Now of you!

She is in the middle
As always on the string,
Making things that easy for
Her puppets, and her things,
She calls the roll, and pulls the chain
That makes the centre move
And that centre always moves the way,
The way she wants it to,
For him, for her, for you!
For him, for her, now for you!
Now you!

You are on the outside
Just want to look around.
And see the way that people live
All covered up in glue!
And try to find the things you've missed
Alone with your cobwebs,
Counting them like grains of sand,
Hoping once to understand,
For him, for her, for you!
For him, for her, now you!
Now you!
(Tom McGuigan)



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Spero, Alex Jones
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