Vision In Rags

Sun, bleeding through the porridge sky Dreaming through the morning window Slicing at my kitchen eyes Bring me to the world again Cold, chipping at my waste of mind Ruining my concentration Strangling my piece of time You knock me to the earth again Rhymes, banging at my backing track Crunching on my front room driveway Twitching at the gravel blinds You're spitting at my door again Call off the rest of the years I've got nothing to say So I'll say nothing here You're happy with mud everywhere you look You're a vision in rags Sun, slip into my bedroom wine Crash into my evening window Drifting over drowsy skies Get me to the sheets on time Call off the rest of the years I've got nothing to say So I'll say nothing here You're happy with mud everywhere you look You're a vision in rags Sleep on the lip Down every drop Dance on the Dance on the old table Say no more Say no more Say no more Call off the rest of the years I've got nothing to say So I'll say nothing here You're happy with mud everywhere you look You're a vision in rags (x3) Call off the... Call of the... Years, years, years, years, years