Jimmy runs swiftly down from the temple
The skin on his hair and the hair on his back
And someone is speaking out with a terrible
Fist raised up to the sky
Jenny come with me I know you're a stranger
To all of the writing you see on the ground
And this way is up and this way is down now
I see mountains of white
And gravity wants my spaceship
But a foot to the gas and I'll go flying
Into the world of pay chips
It sounds like a girl on a telephone line
I see her every night
Out with a whimper out like a story
There are just too many heads on the wall
And she goes out there looking for jimmy
And steps her foot on a wire
The sound of the people singing in chorus
Paint on the windows paint on the wall
Someone has said that they live in the city
She looks up sees a knife
But nobody sees my spaceship
Gliding in through the telephone lines
I give you my hand now take it
Into the great blue gazing sky
In the sea of a thousand twisting sprinkling eyes
And nobody else can find it
Weather the changing sea of tides
I give you my hand now take it
Into the great blue gazing sky
In the sea of a thousand twisting sprinkling eyes