Whatever makes you tired
the resting always fails
Because anywhere
you lay yourself's
a bed of nails
Whenever you exhale
I breathe it in the air
You offer me a seat
in your electric chair
Are you safe to leave behind
every anchor in your mind
You know better than I do
so clue me in
And every day you ask yourself
Why was I born
Because every migraine feels
like wearing a crown of thorns
And all the time
I find you crawling on all fours
Because any movement sends you
falling through trap doors
Are you safe to leave behind
every anchor in your mind
You know better than I do
so clue me in
Are you safe to leave behind
every anchor in your mind
You know better than I do
so clue me in
Your tongue in cheek
Too late
it's already days and weeks
before we can make ends meet
Am I right? And you're wrong
Too late it already
takes too long
too much to be flushed with you
Oh, too much to be
flushed with you
Whatever makes you tired
the resting always fails
Because anywhere
you lay yourself's
a bed of nails
Are you safe to leave behind
every anchor in your mind
You know better than I do
so clue me in
Are you safe to leave behind
every anchor in your mind
You know better than I do
so clue me in
You know better than I do
so clue me in
You know better than I do
so clue me in
cked down
and they put you first in line
And so you finally ask yourself
just how big you are
and take your place in a wiser
world of bigger motor cars
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So Where the hell was Biggles
when you needed him
last Saturday
And where were all the sportsmen
who always pulled you though
They're all resting down
in Cornwall
writing up their memoirs
for a paper-back edition
of the Boy Scout Manual
See there! A man born