1.Final Day (BBC Peel Session)
Lyricist：Stuart Moxham
When the rich die last
Like the rabbits
Running from a lucky past
Full of shadow cunning
And the world lights up
For the final day
We will all be poor
Having had our say
Put a blanket up on the window pane
When the baby cries lullaby again
As the light goes out on the final day
For the people who never had a say
There is so much noise
There is too much heat
And the living floor
Throws you off your feet
As the final day falls into the night
There is peace outside
In the narrow light
2.N.l.T.A.
It's nice to hear you're
having a good time
But it still hurts 'cos you used to be mine
This doesn't mean that I possessed you
You're haunting me because I let you
Shape up your body 'Let's be a tree'
Visual dynamics for you to see
Nature intended the abstract
for you and me
No rain outside but tears in my eyes
Out on the rooftop for a surprise
Call you at teatime
In off the street
Sit down at table, Mummy is neat
3.N.l.T.A.
It's nice to hear you're
having a good time
But it still hurts 'cos you used to be mine
This doesn't mean that I possessed you
You're haunting me because I let you
Shape up your body 'Let's be a tree'
Visual dynamics for you to see
Nature intended the abstract
for you and me
No rain outside but tears in my eyes
Out on the rooftop for a surprise
Call you at teatime
In off the street
Sit down at table, Mummy is neat
4.N.l.T.A.
It's nice to hear you're
having a good time
But it still hurts 'cos you used to be mine
This doesn't mean that I possessed you
You're haunting me because I let you
Shape up your body 'Let's be a tree'
Visual dynamics for you to see
Nature intended the abstract
for you and me
No rain outside but tears in my eyes
Out on the rooftop for a surprise
Call you at teatime
In off the street
Sit down at table, Mummy is neat
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