The gymnast, high above the ground,   Limbers up and falls timber town   Ankles splayed and all tied   The gymnast long has arrived   Lasy, your long sister lays   Waiting out this long light brigade   Prayed for snow a long time   And lazy, it long has arrived      Through the tarlatan holes   You've been slipping, been slipping away   And the weather will hold   It's been ever, so ever, so gray      And here as we're coming down   We're sounding out: it's a terrible, terrible tide   As it lights upon your eye      But there on the motorway, reeks of marmalade,   It's a chemical, chemical kind   As it lights upon your eye...   Lights upon your eye      The bosun calls upon the quay   Compass gone, he long has lost his way   To lighthouse shine, to calm tide   The bosun long has arrived      Through the tarlatan holes   You've been slipping, been slipping away   And the weather will hold   It's been ever, so ever, so gray      And here as we're coming down   We're sounding out: it's a terrible, terrible tide   As it lights upon your eye      But there on the motorway, reeks of marmalade,   It's a chemical, chemical kind   As it lights upon your eye...   Lights upon your eye      April marches on   April marches on   April marches on   April marches on