Well I'm not so well acquainted
With the topography of your mind
I need a detailed description
A representation of some kind
And I lost my balance
And toppled into a shallow pool
Marched in a torchlight parade
Hair styled into a Tony Curtis
The blackbird sang the sun to bed
The blackbird sang the sun to bed
The blackbird sang the sun to bed
The bonds of heaven are slipped, dissolved, and loosed
Like schoolboys
The had swarmed round a single able-seaman
He slinks like a cat in the night,
His belly dragging to the ground
Leaving an anchorage in haste
He detached the carriage from a moving train
The cool silky stuff of his shirt
Slipping over her skin
The blackbird sang the sun to bed
The blackbird sang the sun to bed
The blackbird sang the sun to bed
The bonds of heaven are slipped, dissolved, and loosed
Lambchop