There's glass in the park,
Darling, I can't help but keep making appointments,
to sweep beneath the climbing frame.

If the sun's in your eyes,
I'll tighten your blindfold, baby.
Don't worry your foot won't get cut,
strut carelessly.

And when you say that you need me tonight,
I can't keep my feelings in disguise,
The white parts of my eyeballs illuminate.

And i'll wait for you,
As if I'm waiting for a stone to stop.
I've heard them talking,
About how I'm gonna put you off

There's glass in the park,
And now that I'm up off my knees,
I've picked up the speed,
To jump your palaces.

And I shoot through the night,
Nd suddenly all those once lost concoction's froth,
And chase the day away.

When you say that you need me tonight,
I can't keep my feelings in disguise,
The white part of my eyeballs illuminate.

And i'll wait for you,
As if I'm waiting for the stone to stop.
I've heard them talking,
About how I'm gonna put you off.

You tell me, how can I put you off, when you're a matter of urgency?
I've got a million things that I need to do, but they're all secondary.
Make sure you're not followed,
And meet me by the death balloon.

Pasolini woman, I'm your man on the moon,
And like a grain of diamond dust, you float,
And my devotion's outer, crust... Cracks.