Give me a break
I can't keep up my laughing
Tomorrow's too late
Not close enough to nothing
All I can take
You ditch at night for nothing
My fad is a fake
But one day I might be laughing
But the sound of retreat
Cast around in defeat
When the walls seem moving in (closer)
Keep the king off the crown
And the tramp off the town
Those who stray into a spin (cannot be kosher)
Lost and found (like gill-over-the-ground)
Lost and found (like a theatre in the round)
On burial ground
The wood is an ease
The forest a grave shhh
The thicket reprise
The trees are unsafe shhh
Those who come back
Cannot return from nothing
They follow the track
And suffer a burn for nothing