Walk with me through the scrapyard
Passed yesterday's most wanted cars
Piled high in the daylight
Chicken skins in the dustbins
Fur coats in the wardrobe
Spare bed in the good night
Don't bother with the bills
Fly
Walk with me in the moonlight
Hear the freight trains roll
From another life
Remember your bedroom ceiling
Remember those old patterned curtains
When you were sleeping
Don't worry who will see
Cry
Nobody grows old
We just crease and fold
Like the laundry
Nobody will die
We're hung out to dry
In the garden.