There is no comparison 

Between things about to have been 

Missing the point of our mission 

Will we become misshapen? 





A change of heart 

Will force the nail 

Nailed to the door 

To all avail 





There are no divisions 

Between things about to collide 

Hitting the floor with our vision 

A focus at some point arrives 





A change of mind 

Will force the nail 

To hit the head 

And set the sail 





A change of skin 

Will shed the tail 

Hung on the wall 

For use again 

A change of heart 

Will force the nail... 

(There is no comparison 

Between things about to have been)





Smash the pig 

This pork is mine 

I'm pining for the pork 

Of the porcupine 

I'd best be on my best behaviour 

Best behave yourself you hear 





There are silent ways of wishing now

Wish I had what's turning round 

Round the corridor 

There are people there 

Through the peephole I can see me down 





Very nice 

Some pressure feelings 

You know how you hope 

For something to hope for 





There 

What is that paper there 

Paper is a collander

Collander's picking holes in me 

He's ________ the holy water there 

Water's paper like an impure________

A strange moment as your ______________

__________________ 

Paper is a collander

Collander is picking holes in me 

Suck the pig this pork is mine

'Pining for the pork of the porcupine 

_______________ find out

I'm beginning to see the light