Stereoscope
Sunday’s got my throat
Stereoscope
Sunday’s got my throat

Your blue eyes
Pressed against the portal
Past present
Dim dazzling
Do you mind if I leave on the light
Do you mind the theft of a line
My my my my morning
My my my my mourning

Weight in my hands
To stop me from the calling
Tick tock full stop
Words of wonder
Words to right
Words of royal beauty bright
Write write write write
Right right right right right

Lips to the page
A tree a death a thought
To be set
To be saved
To be treasured
To be stored away
A day a day a day day
A day a day a day a day

Stereoscope
Sunday’s got my throat
Stereoscope
Sunday’s got my throat