Grab your hat and fetch a camera. Go on, film the world before it happens. Sunk the glow and drowned in covers, Send for all your absent lovers things. Sheepish wolves. Looking lived in eating buttons,

So if you see me stumble you don't have to look away It's not the first time, not the last You can leave me where I lay, because I'm no stranger to shame I've got little to blame You sent for me and so I came I'll come runnin' when you call my name