In the kitchen, kettle's on
a pot of Earl Grey tea
i'm gonna stay awake all night
talking quietly to nobody
writing lot of bad poetry
In the basement paper and pen
in the cool and musty damp
I'm gonna be awake all night
Microphone and buzzing amp
by the light of an oil lamp
I'm tracing maps and bending routes
and memorizing codes
And I'm digging now a tunnel
underneath the fields and roads
Is there a place beyond the sun
And it's daily promised threat
To leave me in the darkness here
with old diaries and cassette
work not finished yet
accordion and clarinet
words to music need to set
some of it i should just forget
