I can only move like this
Or can dream around
Flesh and bone and concrete talk
Never make a sound
Very little sense involved
Very few straight lines
Never any questions asked
Got a map inside
Psycho drift
Psycho drift
Through the parks and alleyways
Hopelessly amazed
builder's yards and lavender
Watch the mind at play
Underneath the railway arch
Night and day are one
Found a new world inbetween
The shadow and the sun
Psycho drift
Psycho drift
The hook, the horn, the robin and the worm
The wine, the cheese, the bottle and the barricade
The bride, the groom, the coffin and the nail
The dog, the drain, the paper and the cellophane
The iron, the moon, the railway and the door
The shit, the shop, the roses and the underpass
The coin, the cloth, the carpet and the drum
The rain, the dog, the bonfire and the photograph
Like the swallows in the winter
Like the swarming of the bees
Some blind and sure desire is motivating me
Call it poetry in motion
Call it energy at play
Call it spirit into matter
Makes no difference what they say
Psycho drift
Psycho drift
Psycho drift
Psycho drift
The hook, the horn, the robin and the worm
The wine, the cheese, the bottle and the barricade
The bride, the groom, the coffin and the nail
The dog, the drain, the paper and the cellophane
The iron, the moon, the railway and the door
The shit, the shop, the roses and the underpass
The coin, the cloth, the carpet and the drum
The rain, the dog, the bonfire and the photograph
The hook, the horn, the robin and the worm
The wine, the cheese, the bottle and the barricade
The bride, the groom, the coffin and the nail
The dog, the drain, the paper and the cellophane
The iron, the moon, the railway and the door
The shit, the shop, the roses and the underpass
The coin, the cloth, the carpet and the drum
The rain, the dog, the bonfire and the photograph
