Should the world fail to fall apart And lock off in a remote sky Ideas can matter too much Can't hear for lack of sleep Breathing in the smoking ruins The rockets in the shadows whispering Singing in the underground Love and the never men Can't hear for lack of sleep Looking for the past Try to slip the script Gun the lowest plane Hidden all eyes know Try to slip the script Gun the lowest plane Hidden all eyes know There's some use in treating courage As a remote friend Learning what it is to lie Stop crash fall On a leper mass of swelling glass Cleaning up the swamps You are the heart of hearts Wonder dig and try Tear it up and learn to bless the readers eye