Volumes 歌词

Borrowed grapes from stores of gold Put plastic back where metal's sold Men in quarries connect their bomb One two three a new Saigon Check the bottle is it full? Have you found which pin to pull? Boys in shirts get dirty hands Smoke kills seagulls on the sands They have pages, they take ages To read and to learn they're heavy to carry And easy to burn Volumes have secrets, take them on holiday Book them a room, save them a moment Swallow their swoon Pretty things all in a row Flowers who can't seem to grow Finding the pearls then finding the blood Then finding the water is wood The something I wanted has just flown by It looked at me sideways and told me to try I hope it's a message from someone obscure I hope it's the man next door