i lost myself
in some kind of avalanche
in a tea room
in an old time dance

slow down on the stream
you, you are a dream
and this is just darkness
the kind that fills out the seams

you know it is easier
that is right
just be what they want
it is easier than putting up a fight

i cannot make my cog
turn like your cog
i have tried
but my machine is different

look at the barrow
in the market square
they are always there
same time, same day

your feelings –
will re-start the engines
or row me to the shore
so turn this wreck over
so it can start once more