Shame

The day is long There is no morning I touch on nothing but the romance of shame I may go up With nothing to excite But a scent that may escape With my Dracula binocular I turn away to flee With a shrunken eye and a shrunken dream With legislation blasted With language that is bad Adaptable relatives reform Distant from the nation Honouring the body Staying in bed to win a seat The day is long There is no morning Flagged when aboard Exhausting my patience Getting to the end of this Looking for offense Sensitive to mess I find a body part in a fish In a fish Expelled with ill will The girl lost all momentum Circling imaginary mountains She sees what's left And sees what's left behind The day is long There is no morning