Catatonia - Blow The Millennium, Blow 2 lyrics

When they look around And they will look around They'll be without the kind of things We lax about Do with backround inventions For one last glimpse to the real When devils astounded Deepest instincts sound Joys to be around Commendable tones A commanding role For the crowd we bow And are bound to Begging and borrowing Burrowing and bringing all sorts with him And come to think of it You're like a christmas dinner A cupful of steep Full, ready to reap But it won't keep There's holes, it's all show You needed harnessing But I hope you win the lottery No tom-foolery It's a genuine wish I long for fairground attractions For one last go at the wheel Blow... Blow... Blow... Blow... And begging and borrowing Burrowing and bringing all sorts with him I'm trying but trying is frightening I packed for an outing An endless task Though anything goes Blow... Blow... Blow... Blow...