This is why people leave these things alonenThis is why people left it a secret for so longnThis is how people used to see the starsnHanging around with spirit guidesnnI’ve been watching you for a while nownCreepy, creepy, toes point togethernAll those things you did for menYou can believe you were rightnOh aren’t we grown up nownYou’ve written up your experimentsnFound sensible conclusionsnTied up those beautiful loose endsnnJust like the old timesnBirthday kisses on both eyesnnFriends with women who perform exorcismsnOn poor damaged vessels of mennPick a colour, any colour – this is to colour you innYou look like a child’s crayon drawingnYou used to dream a troubled dreamnWith blackbirds flying into your roomnNow all the space around you understands