The Garden

Hold a map in your hands with your plans with your man

Hold a map in your hands with your plants in your garden

You're a doctor doctor find your way about

Hanging on beneath they try to shake you out

You're moorish you're porous

Always cutting corners

You are the mountain you are lonesome

Colour the ocean follow the ocean

Draw a doctor doctor find your way about

Hanging on beneath they try to shake you out

Out

Five o'clock on Sunday morning

What you want is hiding in there

Five o'clock on Sunday morning

Why don't you come and fetch me out

Five o'clock on Sunday morning

What you want is hiding in there

Five o'clock on Sunday morning

Why don't you come and fetch me out

Beat the sun and they will come

They will come they will come come right to you

Beat the sun and they will come

They will come they will come come right to you

Look out to the planes [???]