Nothing left to do   Only lies are true    They laughing at me   Burning money cold   To keep us warmer   (Caught up in his throat)   Caught up in his throat   A quote to change it all   Gotta leave the bar   Shouting louder      Reason and the sun   Waiting till it's done   Oh, no   Don't, don't do      Take the morning road   To the nearest point    And hold on   Two of you won't be   Won't be enough   The sky is falling   To the nearest one   Now that they can't see    No beauty   Beautifully quiet   They think it's gone   Think beauty has gone   All gone      Costermonger cares   Need a crossroads train   Don't matter where to try   To sell my soul   Although it's lazy   (Space there on my back)   Space there on my back   Monkeys on it's way   Wooden horse of Troy   Is in the car park      Reason and the sun   Waiting till it's done