Nothing Melodious

I am the keys of a piano beat with his fingers
The drink he pours, the dog that he strokes
And the music I bleat is distinctly animal
Nothing melodious happens at all x2
Oh no
I’m as blunt as a wooden sword
When he comes to call
He folds himself in half like an ironing board
Are we broken?
Are we both in need of help?
Now the words are spoken
There’s a sign in my ears like the chime of a warning
What have you done? You’ve gone and lain in the sun
Now your halo is glowing like the
Get to a doctor he will fix you up proper
The ideas that you’re sprouting
Are not things to be spouting at the likes of us
You’re making a fuss
I am the keys of a piano beat with his fingers
The shirt he folds, the fire he stokes
And the music I bleat is distinctly animal
Nothing melodious happens at all x2
Oh no
I’m as blunt as a wooden sword
When he comes to call
He folds himself in half like an ironing board
Are we broken?
Are we both in need of help?
Now the words are spoken
There’s a sign in my ears like the chant of a warning
What have you done? You’ve gone and lain in the sun
Now your halo is glowing like the
Get to a doctor he will fix you up proper
The ideas that you’re spouting
Are not fit to be spouting at the likes of us
Oh no
I’m as blunt as a wooden sword
When he comes to call
He folds himself in half like an ironing board
Are we broken?
Are we both in need of help?
When he comes to call
Nothing melodious happens at all