Find it! in the cracksss! Hide it! Paperchase
If you could turn the clock back;
And take alternate mental dirt-tracks
Broken hearts there may recall you;
Miss Adventure may befall you.
Find it! in the cracksss! Hide it! Paperchase!
Scribbled scraps of screwed up paper;
Folded future fornicator
Husbands, wives with different spouses;
Altered lives haunt different houses
The paper chase around Clock-Face
Within the note you found a trace
We got the most from Fingerpost
To Super-8 for tea & toast
And often seen in Denton's Green
And further still upon Bleak Hill
We roll around the Circle
(We go down and up the Junction)
Souls knot-tied now not together;
Severed unborn from the tether
Bluff a bleeding heart for preacher;
Snuff out leader, artist, teacher
Truths, Lies & Half-lies