This is why people leave these things alone
This is why people left it a secret for so long
This is how people used to see the stars
Hanging around with spirit guides
I've been watching you for a while now
Creepy, creepy, toes point together
All those things you did for me
You can believe you were right
Oh aren't we grown up now
You've written up your experiments
Found sensible conclusions
Tied up those beautiful loose ends
Just like the old times
Birthday kisses on both eyes
Friends with women who perform exorcisms
On poor damaged vessels of men
Pick a colour, any colour – this is to colour you in
You look like a child's crayon drawing
You used to dream a troubled dream
With blackbirds flying into your room
Now all the space around you understands