One, two, three, one, two, three
One, two
One, two, three, one, two, three
One, two

You say yes
I say inferno
Careful, loose rocks
And yet a chamber quartet plays there

They say nothing comes to those who sit and stare
They take their walls with them outside
And into the sun
Madness In Heaven

Madness in Heaven
Ever since I was fourteen
Ever since I was seven
Madness in Heaven

I slept-walked off the ramparts and crashed upon the shore
I'm doing it again
Over hills, through the fences
That multiply and divide the land
I can't stand it anymore
This beating heart lacks a future

Peter Greenaway breeds contempt in his onlookers
Peter Greenaway wrote a song about hookers
It wasn't worth it, he shouldn't have done it
It wasn't worth it, he shouldn't have done it

She took a long cold look at me
She walked on by
As did I
It's getting dark, too dark to see
Peter Greenaway

A rose by any other name
A tinker's fuck
Oh where, oh where have you been?
What
Could it possibly mean?

On trombone, Peter Greenaway
In the doomed greenhouse
Naked and dead
Naked and dead
Naked and then dead
First naked and then dead
First naked and then dead
I feel disfigured
Like time threw acid in my face
On my hands and body

Nightmarish nights
Daydreamy days
You work on plays

Trying to get it right
But you get it all wrong
Every last word, every song

I'm in a shit frame-of-mind
I said to my accuser

I can't believe this moment's unfurling
The mirror's zero-ending
Shot down autumn moon
Nothing for an arrow

Madness in Heaven
Them's the breaks
You win some, you lose
You win some, you lose
You snooze
Somnambulist blues

The wonder's all around us
And disappears
In a series
Of puffs
Lame clues

Somnambulist blues