Letra de Too Round to Be Square

The desperate angel Sits in the dark Wings in a fold Arrow through her heart. The tepid stream Runs for a medal Silver beats gold And gives her a start. Too fine to be smooth Too greedy to share Too blue to be colour Too round to be square. The perspex heath Melts in the sun The liquid slips To a room at the front. The merry house Has a girl's name A plastic fox Drunk at the hunt.