Текст песни

Fire and famine
Pestilence and sin
But there's no surviving
A hike in the rent

Bottles on my vertebrae
Vases are my main stay
For I am the glassblower
Shards the heart of the pain

Fashions, they come and go
Well-fashionable crowds they know
They know who is the glassblower
And wherein is his lair

Wine like a siren threads
Between the lives I've led
Wind swims in my naked head
With my legs in the air

My veil is two centuries long
I sing forgotten songs
Amongst the sarees and sarongs
Therein is my lair

Fashions, they come and go
And fashionable crowds they know
They know who is the glassblower
And wherein is his lair

Split and repatched seams
Badly repatched dreams
Under-funded council schemes
And my legs in the air

Fire and famine
Pestilence and sin
But there's no surviving
A hike in the rent

Fashions, they come and go
And fashionable crowds they know
They know who is the glassblower
And wherein is his lair
And says, "I know your feeling"

My legs in the air