tunng - bricks

The bicycles inside your skull

Send you away and off you go

Into the streets where all the pretty girls collect their thoughts for you

And pin them up, to clouds and trees, and aggrovate your paranoid
And shivering fears, and rolling a aches, can you not see a star out there

Where all the bricks are bright and free

Where all the bricks are bright and elegant and free

The lizard skins around yourself

Drop off and let the others through

In reds and whites and blacks and blues

Each facet shines or breaks anew

And in a big tall building she lets out her hair into the street

Where cars and trucks career through it

Until the ends get wrecked and split

Where all the doors are bright and free

Where all the doors are bright and elegant and free

The sun revolves around the sun

And then around a bright black moon

And in a café by the sea you stir your tea and suck your spoon

And when your breakfast comes you're miles away

And all your eggs get cold

You're where the light is blinding bright

And all the windows tilt to you

Where all the bricks are bright and free...