A Flock of Chestshire Cats

Night reels us in; back to our li-ttle-e she-e-lves and drawers
Where we lie folde-e-eeed
Some in sock pairs a-and so-ome a-h-looone
My shelf is fu-uuuu-ll of morning su-uu-uu-u-u-u-u-n
Beams feel me u-h-uup
Bli-i-ind-folde-ed fi-ingerti-ips
The moon is full, I only see your mouths
A flo-o-ck o-of Chestshire ca-ats
I close them shut to make you go a-way, make you go a-way, make you go a-way,
make you go a-way — ma-a-aaa-ke you go — yo-ou
go-oo-a-wa—y-ay-aa-y-yyy-yy-aay-y-y
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