roll over the waterline and kick into space it's too late to justify our separate ways it's quiet you'll hang around leave your self there lying down the skylight helps to beef the town's attractions like it's chimneystack matches roll over the waterline and kick into space it's too late to justify our separate ways when the world breaks in with insistant care and shakes me and i'm sleeping and i'm sleeping there in the mushroom dark in the attic land with the star-lit stars roll over the waterline and kick into space it's too late to justify our separate ways when the world breaks in with it's piston blare and it hates me when i'm sleeping and i'm sleeping there an erratic farce in the mushroom land with the startling stars i feel them closing in, dolouring everything let me get back to bed replace the coffin lid