I believe we're crossing the great ravine   Still yearning half-way a stranger   I believe in our multiplicity   still part-blind no reason for anger   I believe we pull up our roots and retreat   A new crop of aerials in Dacca and Canberra      Why won't you tell me the truth about you      Vaseline, you smeared it across every scene   Anchor-man drowns in a sea of sensation   Tyranny crushing the young bird's seed   Halloween's mate short fuse of the banker      We're all spores but we're never eunuchs love's one the loose   Deflect the short tunics and the cameras ruse there's no judgement   In ignorance I say      Some people tell me stories wasting all my time   Some trying not receiving someone else's lies   It's my time, yes it's my time