From my space I feel it's time
I long to be and to unwind
And all you see
Is the thought of turning up to be
From my boat sinking slowly
As your ship sails around an endless moat It seems that way to me
Waking up the morning
And did you know I'm calling
Folklore's son is calling
'Cos he will bring you second sight
Make you feel alright
It fits a lock along a dead end street
A doorway I can close and then retreat
And put the world to rights
Giving up a sense that guides your hope
And I can't find a lump for my throat
But it all comes round when the table turns
Waking up the morning
And did you know I'm calling
Folklore's son is calling
'Cos he will bring you second sight
In the morning light
It seems that way to me
Waking up the morning
And did you know I'm calling
Folklore's son is calling
'Cos he will bring you second sight
Make you feel alright
From my space I feel it's time
I long to be and to unwind
And all you see
Is the thought of turning up to be
From my boat sinking slowly
As your ship sails around an endless moat
It seems that way to me