| There is a darkness to these jaded days | |
| Maybe it's a seasonal affected disorder | |
| Or maybe we're just sad | |
| There is photosynthesis | |
| We crane our necks for sunlight | |
| There's a different sun for everyone | |
| And it's bigger than me, this sun is bigger | |
| Yeah it's bigger than me, this sun is bigger | |
| So much more to eat, this sun is bigger | |
| To be bigger than me, this sun is bigger | |
| There is a vacuum | |
| There are boys with toys | |
| These toys of coldness | |
| And a smart arse | |
| There is a cuckoo | |
| Who's been and lain in my nest | |
| And the egg is hatching | |
| And Christ | |
| I'll never be able to feed it ' | |
| Cos it's bigger than me, this chick is bigger | |
| Yeah it's bigger than me, this chick is bigger | |
| So much more to eat, this chick is bigger | |
| To be bigger than me, this chick is bigger | |
| Oh yeah! I should welcome all | |
| Both fallow and fertile | |
| I should welcome all | |
| Both circumcised and gentile | |
| But I can be so, so elsewhere | |
| And I can be so, so cold | |
| There is a world | |
| So full of people | |
| Full of love and shrapnel | |
| Full of bag ladies and bag ladies and | |
| Wicker men | |
| And it's bigger than me, this world is bigger | |
| Yea it's bigger than me, this world is bigger | |
| Still so much more to eat, this world is bigger | |
| To be bigger than me, this world is bigger | |
| Am I a stone? |