Tekster:
David Sylvian Manafon

It?s the farthest place I?ve ever been It?s a new frontier for me And you balance things Like you wouldn?t believe When you should just let things be

She was no longer a user Don?t think she realized we knew that Not one to make a fuss Why this and not something else Wasn?t it obvious? She made such

She was no longer a user Don?t think she realized we knew that Not one to make a fuss Why this and not something else Wasn?t it obvious? She made such

It?s the farthest place I?ve ever been It?s a new frontier for me And you balance things Like you wouldn?t believe When you should just let things be

Here we are then, here we are Notes from a suicide And he will never ever be The Greatest Living Englishman It?s such a melancholy blue Or a grey of

Who?ll do for him Child of the fifties With no common sense No easy resting place Only lichen on beaches Oil on gun barrel And the hard taste of pennies