Italics

The miracle drug, a rhythmless thud

Let of the leash and it weaves and it turns me inside and out

No slow motion, no replay

Stomach the knots and cover the costs

Meet in the middle, the letters don’t join up anymore

There’s no chance of certainty, I’m sure

Load up the backseat now and away we go

It’s no sunset drive, no decay

Load up the backseat now and away we go

No slow motion, no replay

It’s alright to beat round the bush sometimes

Drawing pretty patterns on the wall

To distract me from the short beginnings

Climb out like a rabbit from a hole

It’s an easy catch where the magic's made

And the jester talks in italics

When the downpour came, it slaughtered me, I could top that

I’m the bow, you’re the arrow, like a sun-drenched sparrow, won’t you fly home

It’s alright to beat round the bush sometimes

It’s alright to beat round the bush sometimes

They’re robbing the blindspots, taking the wheel off

They’re robbing the blindspots, taking the wheel off

I’m trying to run but the legs are caught

I’m trying to run but the legs are caught

Drawing pretty patterns on the wall

To distract me from the short beginnings

Climb out like a rabbit from a hole

It’s an easy catch where the magic's made

And the jester talks in italics

When the downpour came, it slaughtered me, I could top that

I’m the bow, you’re the arrow, like a sun-drenched sparrow, won’t you fly home

It’s alright to beat round the bush sometimes