They always sounded cool and everything, but what on earth do they mean?
The union of the snake is on the climb..
It’s gonna race it’s gonna break –
Gonna move up to the borderline..
There’s a dream that strings the road
With broken glass for us to hold
And I cut so far before i had to say
Shake up the picture the lizard mixture
With your dance on the eventide
You got me coming up with answers
All of which i deny.
Out on the tar plains, the glides are moving
All looking for a new place to drive
You sit beside me so newly charming
Sweating dewdrops glisten freshing your side
For rumours in the wake of such a lonely crowd
Trading in my shelter for danger
I’m changing my name just as the sun goes down –
In the eyes of the stranger!
Oh, the reflex what a game he’s hiding all the cards
The reflex is in charge of finding treasure in the dark
And watching over lucky clover isn’t that bizarre
Every little thing the reflex does leaves you answered with a
Public figure, what a pain
Just puts another rattle in your brain
Take another green but it’s not the same
Now you’re on the sandlane everyday
Dancing with the bulls in any old way
Running like a fox to keep up with me.