Cut glass porcupine sailing on the Serpentine    Fingers on the skyline pulling down the black blinds    Terminal eyes at the edge of the night    Rivulet of dark wine moving in a straight line    Sumdging out the stop signs, running down the life lines    Terminal eyes at the edge of the night    Shadows on the ceiling, coffee cup congealing    Tarot cards revealing, a solitary feeling    Terminal eyes, but I think it's alright    Silver studded jet plane screaming through the migraine    Cutting through the cellophane, wrappers of your tired brain    Terminal eyes - put out the light    Terminal eyes    Only the lonely Arabian skies    Terminal eyes    Calling you home from your restless disguise    Hands of the windmill moving to a standstill    Rain on the windowsill, ashes on the phone bill    Terminal eyes at the edge of the night    Rain drop fire flies sparkle on the shop blinds    Echoes of the summertime flicker in the street-signs    Terminal eyes at the edge of the night    Shadows on the ceiling, coffee cup congealing    Eyes that look unseeing, hands that look unfeeling    Terminal eyes, I think it's alright    Silver-studded sea plane breaking through the migraine    Cutting through the cellophane, enveloping your tired brain    Terminal eyes, put out the light    Terminal eyes    Only the lonely Arabian skies    Terminal eyes    Calling you home from your restless disguise    Terminal eyes    Only the lonely Arabian skies    Terminal eyes    Calling you home from your restless disguise