Full Service - Brasil lyrics

Stitch up that old coat And the tear's repaired But how do you mend a hole in a glow I don't know Heal a broken bone And the structure returns But how do you mend an aura Who knows Fifty-five trombones Six thousand trumpets Ninety-seven saxophones Never blown Fish jumps up and twists Winks one quick time then Twists again and starts to fall I wouldn't mind Borrowing the sunshine I'd bottle up The rays and I'd make 'em mine And over time Maybe I'd be bright again And maybe then I could help a blurry friend My imagination is a long drive My imagination is a pain sometimes My imagination is a strange rhyme It's the only thing that's mine