By a tree full of starlings
In a park full of trees
I stood my stand
I took my ease
I made a decision
To take my rest
I though it would be best
But then I changed my mind
And I wrote you this letter
I though that might be better
But nothing is that comes to be
And everything is new
Nostradamus couldn't predict the future
And neither can you
If you like, I'll meet you by the foul-water interceptor
And take you to the City Farm
To drink tea with the families
Who feed their children sugar and homilies
And don't believe they could ever do harm
By a tree full of starlings
In a park full of trees
I stood my stand
I took my ease
I made a decision
To take my rest
I thought it would be best
Now where are the sparrows?
The starlings all know
They're down on the City Farm
Between the carry-cots and baby-gros
And cornets and bread-crumbs on the floor
More to the point
Where's the countryside?
Sandwiched between the M's 1 - infinity
And under the hole the ozone's left in its stocking
Suspend your disbelief honey
Even the sea's flirt
And the beach is going to win
f** me big boy says the sky
The world's survival is one tough love
One prison sweetheart
And where are you going to go, my honey?
My sparrow? My darling?
Where are you going to go?
You're going to fly up into the beautiful trees
The trees full of starlings