I believe we're crossing the great ravine
  Still yearning half-way a stranger
  I believe in our multiplicity
  Still part-blind no reason for anger
  I believe we pull up our roots and retreat
  A new crop of aerials in Dacca and Canberra
  Why won't you tell me the truth about you
  Vaseline, you smeared it across every scene
  Anchor-man drowns in a sea of sensation
  Tyranny crushing the young bird's seed
  Halloween's mate short fuse of the banker
  We're all spores but we're never eunuchs love's one the loose
  Deflect the short tunics and the cameras ruse there's no judgement
  In ignorance I say
  Some people tell me stories wasting all my time
  Some trying not receiving someone else's lies
  It's my time, yes it's my time