Lyrics

Sign of the times again
written in blood by friends
wring their hands in shame
twisted mouths we share.

Another doper on the telephone
birdsong to a brick wall
wring the blood from its stone
cold light on another day
springtime in an arctic wasteland
dropped receivers into cradles
dancing with the jesters.
Dont fall down the stairs dear
you never know who might be there one day
waiting for you
washed away all pain with a wave and a conflict or two.
washed away all thoughts with a meal and a sofa for two.....eyes.

Sleep tight little ones.

Sign of the times again
written in blood by friends
wring their hands in shame
wring their hands in shame
wring their hands in shame