When the clock strikes dead on midnight
books fly through the hall
All the lampshades turn and rotate
She walks through the wall

With hands in pockets I search for rockets
that might light up the sky
Have become more withdrawn since I was first born
But I never know why

I see my body float like leaves
Every day I want to breathe
Rap my knuckles 'til they bleed
A river deep

If I had sharp claws I'd get on all fours
and scratch your back for free
But it's been written, these nails are bitten
I know what I could be

I see my body float like leaves
Every day I want to breathe
Rap my knuckles 'til they bleed
A river deep

Writer : HARCOURT, ED
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing