Even cold hard facts
Have got a way of changing
Their stripes in the light of a new day
The world we hold so tight and true
Turn it on it’s head
Buy the sky and sell the sky
And tell the sky, and tell the sky
Don’t fall on me
(What is it up in the air for?)
Fall on me
(If it’s there for long)
Fall on me
(It’s over, it’s over me)
In the Middle Ages people believed that the earth was flat,
for which they had at least the evidence of their senses: we
believe it to be round, not because as many as one per cent
of us could give the physical reasons for so quaint a belief,
but because modern science has convinced us that nothing
that is obvious is true, and that everything that is magical,
improbable, extraordinary, gigantic, microscopic, heartless,
or outrageous is scientific.
Take your instinct by the reins –
You’d better best to rearrange –
What we want and what we need,
has been confused, been confused
How long am I gonna stand,
with my head stuck under the sand?
I’ll start before I can stop or
before I see things the right way up
