Fresh from zones of moisture

Obscured sight and fancy dreams

Holy mass, those 13 fancy dreams



I am the one you warned me of

I am the one who'd never, never lie



Eyes like bottles and hands in my hair

Bottles of blackness the blacker the spare

I'll sit myself behind that clock

And play tunes on it's belfry



Five fingers have I to play them like ten

Ten fingers have I to play them again

In decimal chains whose mimic cry

Whose notes will never, never fly

Until they quit those timely tunes

And entered that system from outside



I am the one you warned me of

I am the one who'd never, never lie

Writer : PEARLMAN/ROESER/BOUCHARD
Copyright : Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC