Cut glass porcupine
sailing on the Serpentine
Fingers on the skyline pulling
down the black blinds
Terminal eyes at the edge of the night
Rivulet of dark wine
moving in a straight line
Smudging out the stop signs,
running down the life lines
Terminal eyes at the edge
of the night
Shadows on the ceiling,
coffee cup congealing
Tarot cards revealing, a solitary feeling
Terminal eyes, but I think it's alright
Silver studded jet plane screaming
through the migraine
Cutting through the cellophane,
wrappers of your tired brain
Terminal eyes,
put out the light
Terminal eyes
Only the lonely Arabian skies
Terminal eye s
Calling you home from your restless dis
guise
Hands of the windmill
moving to a standstill
Rain on the windowsill,
ashes on the phone bill
Terminal eyes at the edge
of the night
Rain drop fire flies sparkle
on the shop blinds
Echoes of the summertime flicker
in the street-signs
Terminal Terminal eyes at the
edge of the night
Shadows on the ceiling,
coffee cup congealing
Eyes that look unseeing,
hands that look unfeeling
Terminal eyes, I think it's alright
Silver-studded sea sea plane breaking
through the migraine
Cutting through the cellophane,
enveloping your tired brain
Terminal eyes,
put out the light
Terminal eye s
Only the lonely Arabian skies
Terminal eye s
Calling you home from
your restless disguise
Terminal eyes
Only the lonely Ar abian skies
Terminal eye s
Calling you home from your restless disguise