Maths & Magic

(альбом: Recordings 2003-2005 - 2005)

Heavens above, I've seen this before
No medicine I choose to use, can cure this disease I abhor
And excuse me please, I need some air
And some relief from these cackling fools, and the sticky affair

Heavens above, we're all going to die
Scientist predict an inevitable assault from the sky
The craters they leave, will become the sea
And quietly the past is erased to wipe this dirty slate clean

Of these songs I sing, are not my own
The get projected from you into me
I just give them a home
And this joy I feel, is yours' alone
If I could pass it to you through my fingertips then you would know

So look at you now
It won't be long
No maths or magic can save you
If you can't see wrong
If you can't see right
You turn your back on
That which was once what you craved new you're cowering from

But these songs I sing, are not my own
They get projected from you into me
I just give them a home
And this joy I feel, is yours alone
If I could pass it to you through my fingertips then you would know
That I love you
Yes, I love you
Yes, I love you
Yes, I love you

Heavens above, I've seen this before
But no medicine I choose to use can cure this disease I abhor