Answer 4 The Man in the Moon has a bullet in his eye Might just be a French thing but I don't know how he's gonna cry You tell me that it's real; you tell me that you want to fly But you're doped up on emotion and you can't tell the Earth from the sky. You've got a lot to answer for . . . So far . . . so far . . . Too much television makes my brain turn to stone I can do without disasters and vital operations in the corner of my room You talk to me in riddles whilst I work my fingers to the bone The only things I want exist within the walls of the castle that I call home. You've got a lot to answer for . . . So far . . . so far . . . And now that you can't hide . . . no lie I tell you that it's time, to say goodbye. |