The camera's on, the colour's wrong, the column's in the hollow arm
And all the chromosomes won't fix this bet.
I speak to them, they speak to me but no one speaks very clearly.
Clearly there's a walloping misstep.
And I'm not blowing off steam when I esteem my own cross for a day
And I'm not crossing a stream when I dream my own dream for a day
You catch the mouse and watch it strive like a canonball in the twilight sky
The weight and gravity attract the light.
I speak to you, you to speak me, but no one speaks very clearly
Clearly there's a message beyond the night
And I'm not clutching at straws, when I esteem my own cross for a day
And I'm not crossing a stream when I dream my own dream for a day.