Syrups

Wrap me up in goodbyes
Old sargassum sky
'Cause I'm about to take flight
Please don't ask me why
And if the devil wants me
Tell him I got high
'Cause life is what you make it
You got yours and I got mine

When the end comes my way
Will I drop to my knees and pray?
And if my parents ask you
Tell them I'll be okay

And now the robots have made the rounds
Sand dunes filled up all our towns
Foxes howl and the creepers prowl around
The peeling wet bricks of london town
Foxes howl and way men cower
Won't you find a way for me somehow?
So let's get down on oxfordshire
Throw a party I hope we won't get hurt
See you frown through your evening gown

When I fall from the wagon [?]
Hiding from the businessman
Won't you find a way from me somehow?
I'm not gonna wake up
Hiding from your businessman
Won't you find a way from me somehow?

I tried to make a call to heaven
Phone lines cut back in ninety-seven
Radio silence all the way down
The robots make all the paper rounds
And all the kids have left the towns
Foxes howl and the preachers bow down

When I fall from the wagon
[?] Businessmen
Won't you find a way from me somehow?
I'm not gonna wake up
Hiding from your businessman
Won't you come to wake me somehow?