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Joe Eskimo

Steady my shaky hands Shut off the world's demands Just get the facts down Do you understand? This is a foreign land So try to understand me Do you understand

Am I all that they say that I am Am I spiralling away from these plans Do I drive too much when I'm drunk Do I preach to you all like a punk And I am

The American situation Is on our minds again And I don't know if I've been here before We would try to go to sleep But we're running around in circles

A handful of sand is all that you grab As you're watching the money fall Right through your hands It took such a long, long time now To build on demand

Drag me by my ankles To the bottom of the ocean There I'll stay forever Until you come back from England The London bombs The London bombs The London

This room is like the belly of a ghost Swaying to the rhythm Of a heart that is now lost So tell me that I'm wrong Tell me that there's consequence Or

Sarah, won't you tell me your name? I've been waiting here for hours In the garden by the flowers You're so shy So just open your eyes The boys all form

I'm falling I'm falling I'm falling for you I'm falling I'm falling I'm falling for you I'm falling I'm falling I'm falling for you For you Take a look

Go to sleep now and dream of him close While the sky turns from blacker to red When you wake in the morning he will be gone And leave you dreaming