Rubber

Wait and see If the stones on my feet Turn to rubble On the open sea Float or sink I am rubber Only rubber And the man in the cave is quiet Smiling to himself God I wish I was quiet But my head is full of bells Something's always ringing My suitcase always smells Pour me a drink and then leave it On the edge of a wishing well On the edge of a wishing well Oh Can I bounce back? Oh Or just lay flat Cathedral songs All night long Soaked in thunder I'm the stretchy man So jacked and tan Made of rubber Only rubber And she's in a ballroom dancing And I'm singing through a hole in the wall I wanna build you a mansion Just trying to pay some dues is all And she's like Agatha Christie And I'm more like Voltaire Everything is a theory Carried away with the morning air Carried away with the morning air Oh Can I bounce back? Oh Or just lay flat Only rubber Only rubber