Paranoid

I watched a monkey swimming in my bed like a bird

I watched a donkey flying at my head like the monkey

I felt a liquid running down my throat like a toad

I felt a smell, a taste of marmalade,

when I saw your face.

I’m becoming paranoid with you gone

If I could go back in time just to find

One more lie to buy some...time...

I saw a baby screaming in a car and run so far

I lost my shoes, found them in a pool with the baby

I took the car, drove into a bend and bent in bed

I watched myself falling from a cliff when I heard you breathe.

The Sunday Drivers, Tiny Telephone (2007)

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