Private Parades Songtext

I could open the door and step into the rain
Not knowing the traffic but sure
There's a book on the shelf
And a new load of delf
You'll buy it yourself
I'll go with you

This isn't my footprint
This isn't my town
This lost body's been washed up in heaven
Like wool on a barb I've been caught on the run
On the run from this shimmering flood
Of loneliness

Was there laughter when we were locked
My hand on your mouth when you talked
It could only mean treasures and drinking
And private parades for your private thinking
I cleaned my house and wept So happy that i'd been kept
And though I've also done some keeping
There's a little weeping left