LAND/CITY/SEA

KEYS ARE IN MY POCKET AND THEY RATTLE YOU AWAKE

MOUTHING LINES TO YOU

CHARTS AND GRAPHS DON’T MEAN A THING TO ME

HURRY UP AND WAIT

NOW YOU’RE COOKING WITH GAS

WHEN IT’S ALL SORTED

STUCK OUTSIDE YOUR CAGE

ONCE BELONGED TO US

SLEEP IN OUR CLOTHES AND WAIT FOR WINTER TO LEAVE

ON EDGE

THAT SHINING DAY

NOT LIKE THE MOVIES

FILL UP WITH NOISE

WHEN ARE YOU COMING TO SHORE

HALF A CHANCE

YOU’RE THE FIRST AND LAST OF YOUR KIND