New English

Pull up the sleeve collect the change And make it add up Bring back everything you need You never move just stand around and count the peasants Cherrys falling from the trees And the lonely rain I know it seems a lot like heaven Poor child dont stop here This is only the way to tear soaked eyes and years of aching Cut the rope and drift away You must believe or make the curtain fall together Down the alley in the breeze Dont look confused those birds are only fleas with feathers Theyll turn you back and get you blue its true Now I know their names they talk to me the pain of loosing If someone elses game Shes a notion away relaxing in New English gardens Pushing up the daisy chains