Wire - You Hung Your Lights in the Trees / A Craftman's Touch lyrics

What crime is on your record? When did you lose your wings? Are your memories chequered? Do you still dream of having all those things? Having all of those things? I want no part of the betrayal If you should succeed or if you fail It's you who worries me Spring withers and summer smothers My portrait casts its skin mile after yellow mile On the walls, thin layers, oily traces Preserved and exhibited down the stairs A medicine finish, a craftsman's touch That's how many came to grief What time is it on your planet? What time is it in your heart? In your past deeds did you plan it? How far are we apart? For those who could not flee Belief in a promised release You hung your lights in the trees That's how many came to grief