Mountain of Strange - The Crimea

That girl she hated the telephone

Smashed it off the wall like it was her kid brother

The endless voices, stolen kisses, like desert orchids

You were all my Christmases

As long as there’s still blood in my veins

I’ll tear down mountains

‘Til I reach your mountain of strange

You’ll never fall asleep with your head on my chest again

I promise that Ill wave to you

When I’m going round the bend

Butterfly wings

Stagger drunk in the halogen

Moonlight in the

The lost cities of your caress

The unexplained mysteries

There’s a stranger in your favourite jeans

There was a signpost pointing to the sky

Ill never reach your dizzy heights

Not in a thousand lifetimes

The endless winters in the whites of your eyes

There was a signpost pointing to the sky

Butterfly wings

Stagger drunk in the halogen

The lost cities of your caress

The unexplained mysteries

There’s a stranger in your favourite jeans

You don’t have to be in prison to be in prison

Any creed any colour any religion

Man, woman and the little children in the London dungeons

There’s people hanging upside down

Beneath cites bridges and underpasses

Forming stalactites of tears like human chandeliers

This is not the heaven that we saw on television

Where was Steve McQueen where was Marillion

Where was Roman Polanski and his amazing rain machine

Seven million goldfish swimming in vicious circles in vicious streets

Where were the virgins as far as the eye could see

Butterfly wings

Stagger drunk in the halogen

Moonlight in the spider webs

In the burnt out cinema

Your ghost still plays the Wurlitzer

We’re falling off the radar screens

We’re falling off the radar screens

Way out where the sunset ends

Beyond our logic and comprehension