Matt Johnson - Book lyrics

Waste and want not what you advertise I go to bed and dream of dancing girls Alive gone wrong I will recall beauty And I will not fall from the cloud One two three four five fingers on my hand will say So long good-bye adieu my friend it's later than You think One more riddle left to answer for It's you and I that have to laugh about the plans We made Fight for control contest of rules Hang in and wait for your turn One two three four five senses you can recognize There being more to penetrate the sea behind your skin If it rains wear a raincoat If you get wet well that happens Now look inside your eyes and find a way To see the will of men and deeds who complement Your love How can life be lived inside the head we roam in gangs Long enough to criticize our birth Born to a world model Glue has not yet come unstuck One two three four five and six and seven ways Or more To move and choose the soul mates for your sentencing Life term