Riding Tigers

Riding Tigers - Slapp Happy

We're not well dear

Toll the bell dear

As our lives dissolve we revolve

Lonely and uninvolved

Pencil thin we're near done in we're

Masticating maize an

Empty gaze

Sitting like that for days

Try as we may

Calendars are scattered

Furnaces grow cold

Wardrobes flap in tatters

You and I grow old