no line will fit
that is, until it does
kicked in from outside
or waiting there to be picked up

that reliable engine
at first fits and starts
through so much dodgy syntax
you thought was art
and brazen imitation
of your heroes and friends
until what arrives
you want to hear again

you can put a lid on it
but sooner or later that tide will roll in
you can hold up your hand
to blot out that sun
but the price of this song is it asks to be sung

like you and i right away
naturally hit that stride
it's hard not to feel cursed
between that and this mind of mine

and over the years
so many out of love
have lined up to ask me
when i will grow up
and stop pining for purpose
and get over him soon
and stop chasing men
and meaning
and moon

you can put a lid on it
sooner or later that tide will roll in
you can hold up your hand
to blot out that sun
but the price of this song is it asks to be sung

through so much dodgy syntax
i think is art
that reliable engine
fits and starts
and oh so many out of love
line up to ask me when i will grow up

you can put a lid on it
sooner or later that tide will roll in
you can hold up your hand
to blot out that sun
but the price of this song is it asks to be sung