This End Of The Telescope (Album Version)

I was born in the summer of Sam

Smaller and sooner than planned

In the spitting image of a man

Raised by wolves on the fat of the land

Clear of romance beauty and damned

Tomorrow will come if she can

Just want a woman who can walk on a wire

With a trembling glass in her hand

Over the hilltops the fire engine rolls

Down the valley deeper still it goes

Got my weapons out laying low

On this end of the telescope

Alone you ramble the whole of the world

Through black water jungles for bliss

It's feast or famine you eat what you kill
There's no need to bring God in to this

My heart is heavy and pressed to the bond

Some people too heavy to hold

Salutations take me as I am

You can have me or leave me alone

Sun kissed lemons in the graveyard below

Here in death you see new adventures grow

I see you at last but most a ghost

On this end of the telescope

This will not be easy

Word's out the doctor is not coming in

This genie's too angry to go back

Into the bottle again

Closer than ever covered in birds

A bone colored moon fills the west

Throats will be slashed and flags will unfurl

As time will divide us in gangs

Years of progress digging the sand

Companions we made didn't last

Lousy lovers do well with their hands
But I'll reach you like nobody can

Slow and easy you let your paddle go

Down a the bottom there is more hell to row

I see clear at last I love I loathe

On this end of the telescope