Detective Song

Hazard lights and triangles
Those are someone’s feelings
Strewn all over the world
Another person waves your hand
It’s a Cat-show in winter
That exhibition’s behind us
A new shape, intending to be the last
In the heart of it, In the heart of it
You try to see around it
Well, look at you
What’s going wrong? What’s going wrong?
Well if you want to be a kite
Get wound into your hand and let go
Easily anchored to the earth
Want me around, want me around
World Nil, space one
It doesn’t exist
But you live there anyway
You won, you won
It’s like being in a book
Have a look at it, immaculate
When you find a clue
Drop me to earth and leave me articulate on
Detective Song, detective song
You’re bad for a part
Sub machine-ex and kingfisher-blue
Westron wynde and total minus three
Look at the love you gave to me
Look at it, look at it
Look at the love you gave to me
Look at it, look at it
Run, jump, sing, shout
Fighting cock in a sandy pit
What’s going on? What’s going on? What’s going on?
Detective song
What’s going on? What’s going on?
Detective song
What’s going on?
What’s going on?
What’s going on?