[Part I]

[Intro]
Turn around
Sit down
Sit down everybody
Everybody sit down
Attention
Sit down everybody
Everybody sit
Sit down

[Verse, voices overlapping]
Oh my God
I wouldn't call it dark
One spade
Three spades
I wouldn't call it light either
Four spades
Pass
Oh oh there go all my coins
There's someone at the door
What was that?
What was that?
What was that?
There's water nearby I can tell
Drop down to or pass on by?
Pass on by
And after the meeting they asked me
If I would like to become the conductor of their choir
I couldn't believe it
Isn't it fantastic?
It's a power struggle
It's not art, it's not art
Are these your coins?
Oh yeah did you sit down?
Are you cold?
No
I'm cold
I'm cold
I mean yes
I was thinking of something else
Pretty cold brrr
No don't sound like you're reading it
Just sort of say it
There are mountains nearby
Like you're moving through the night
I can tell
And it's grainy
I can hear the coins dropping on them
Drop down to or pass on by?
Pass on by
Nothing to do with the church
Because it's a choir from the church
But they say it doesn't matter
We sing other songs as well
I could tell it was beautiful before I even saw it
And I pressed through the tourists
Swimming swimming
And I couldn't see
You could say one more silent something
Pressing through the graininess of night
I'm really longing forward
This time I remembered to say I love you
And then we moved through a dark valley
And then up into the sky
And I said look, look!
But there was not a speck to be seen...
But there's water nearby
[Part II]

[Intro]
One, two, three, four
Five, six, seven, eight

[Verse]
There is a man
Standing in a field
Leans on his hoe
Stares down the furrows
Counts on his fingers
One more endless flight
Of the inarticulate soul
That he borrows

[Part III]

[Verse 1]
Vladimir Vladimir
Standing in the field
'Til he lines his
Sight along the furrows
Waiting for the... (Flies along the...)
Waiting for the... (Flies along the...)
Waiting for the flight
[Verse 2]
Vladimir Vladimir
Set against the fading light
Waiting for his
Hand to put the hoe down
Waiting for the... (Flies along the...)
Waiting for the... (Flies along the...)
Waiting for the flight

[Outro]
Flight
Flight
You always plucked the sweetest rose
And crush it 'til each petal falls