Yet the barcodes click on, there's a face on our head Written in bars and foretold in the stars Discussed in the bars, whilst the drunks are softly singing That the light has left them all ♪ Set at the bar, and the bench, and the fetch What was the cause of your mother's death? Probably no, or maybe, or yes What is the name of the face on your wall? Possibly no, and probably yes Were you tall on your hands, do you like their hair golden? Possibly no, and probably yes Possibly lost and mistaken your name Nihil your gain and probably lost
You threw up flowers, I have heard But the light is leaving you all Probably maybe, certainly no
Is your face on the Moon, are you barren or halt? Probably nothing, probably no Have you noticed the light is leaving you all? Probably possibly, certainly yes
The birds are sweetly singing
The birds are sweetly singing Electric your life, and electric your death Electric the light, and electric the night Electric the Moon, electric the Sun Electric the mother, electric the father And the light has left them all Whilst the birds were sweetly singing ♪ The light has left them all The birds are sadly singing