Zen
 
 It's midnight
 and our silver tongued obsessions come at us out of the dark
 Scrambling to be recognised before tearing themselves apart
 It's zen and the art of Bollywood
 Heroes turning on a spit
 The lovers unable to resolve a pre-historic bitch
 We don't know the half of it
 Clever is as clever does
 His drawn lights sparkling on a merry-go-round
 Hypnotising everyone on it
 In zen and the art of forgery we're losing control of light
 DeLorean, Picasso, Mondriaan and El Greco some one's gonna pay the price
 If i didn't know you better than that
 I'd never let you outta my sight
 
 Where is the art of sorcery
 We wanna be fooled again
 Staggered by deception charmed into submission
 Helpless as a deck of cards.
 It's now the art of reality
 Calling a spade a spade
 Facing the obvious 
 A monkey and his grinder
 But on a different plain.
 
 I see you clearly from day to day
 As clearly as i see tonite.
 Keep talking said the slow-eyed Mandarin
 "I've got nothing to say"
 Meet me on the staircase on your way down
 We'll see if there's been a mistake
 In zen and the art of algebra
 There is no value for time
 Whatever thrives inside the dark
 Decays on the outside.