I.A.N.

What better place to start Than at the very end Dipped in the melting pot With constellations close at hand Constrained by miracles The earth beneath my feet Wrapped up in polythene The exit always out of reach The ledge, the ledge But there's no pushing me And I'm fed, I'm fed I'm fed this cruel disease What I do I see We're told to toe the line but You've got moving on your mind So leave When a minute of my time Is a mountain on your mind It leads To death between the scenes Why break a habit upon Which you now depend Cast off the also rans and Take it to its natural end The streets look ordinary A place for pagan gods I'll sell you sanctuary Give you better odds The ledge, the ledge But there's no pushing me And I'm fed, I'm fed I'm fed this cruel disease What I do I mean We're told to toe the line but You've got moving on your mind So leave When a minute of my time Is a mountain on your mind I see A death between the scenes So tell me what it is you want from me Can I say, No Whilst you play along we're all at sea Welcome to desire We call it by its name Well I guess the things that make us tick Will give us up What do I mean We're told to toe the line but You've got moving on your mind So leave When a minute of my time Is a mountain on your mind I see This death between the scenes There's no pushing me I'm fed this cruel disease What do I mean We're told to toe the line There's no pushing me We're told to toe the line When I'm fed this cruel disease It's a death between the scenes