Tropic

They shoot the bullet, the joyful champagne cork
But I feel a little lost here, like lorca in new york
They all sound like parrots, with their broken squawk
And I cannot go home

Ask me a question, I will tell you a lie
I have been living in the corner of my eye
Fish your child out of the river, before it runs dry
I would die before I'd let you reel me in

No matter what you do, no matter where you go
There is a little piece of hell marked out for you

I know what a kind word is worth
I just want to prepare you for the worst
There is loneliness and pain, it is written in the earth
It is written in the earth beneath our feet

You don't get over something like this, you just keep
Moving or else you don't move and you weep
They say still waters run deep
They haven't got a fucking clue

You, you come to me in dreams of course you do
Of course you do, you come to me in dreams
You come back to me and then you leave
In the first of the new dawn light

No matter where you go, no matter what you do
There is a little piece of hell marked out for you