Mace

Pedalling on a bicycle
Im on my way to make a call
I try to touch you
Through the double glazing
But the curtains were drawn
The family gone away
Who is to know
But now you dont
No-one can see
When they get mace in their eyes
Theyre papering the walls
And the windows
No light in here
In or out
The heatings on And Im feeling drowsy
I fall asleep
And dream of burning down the house
Im pedalling on a bicycle
Im on my way to make a call
The sun is out
And Im feeling drowsy
I fall asleep
And dream of burning down the house