Demons

Clarity just confuses me

The lines drawn on a map, a strange assembly

When there's northeners in southeners

And westenders in eastenders

And sunny days in January

Left spaces in my diary



But the demons never need to know

What the demons never got to see

As we fall in and out of line

Stay in touch now for a while



Cos I know that apathy only ruined me

Hanging around waiting for calamity

And by the year four million

Our skins will be vermilion

I own a dartboard memory

So I'll forget any felony



But the demons never need to know

What the demons never got to see

As we fall in and out of line

Stay in touch now for a while



Cos I know that you know

That we know they don't know what's going on



But the demons never need to know

What the demons never got to see

As we fall in and out of line

Stay in touch now for a while



But the demons never need to read

What we never got around to write

A flirt with mediocrity comes with a heavy penalty



Cos I know that you know

That we know they don't know what's going on...