I don't feel like talking Days and nights are tightrope walking
is it me or you who navigates
It's the rainy season and a thief fresh from prison 's
piskpocketing fire out of human brains
Distant early warning
Kindness of the heart is a poor long-distance swimmer
plunging down makes him suffocate
Underneath your smile there's a sound of unforgiven
distant early warning to alert despair
Distant early warning
Rf:
Jesus makes your table but then Judas makes the bed
sweeping out Augean stables without warning
Life is like a Turkish sabre not given to understand
even antelopes get eaten without warning
Anger does not have to wear environmental label
No pricey perfume wrapped in cellophane
Choking on the lard the plates lying on the table
They give you nothing but inhuman pain
Distant early warning
Rf: Jesus makes your table ... ...without warning
