Spike Island

Something stopped me dead in my tracks. I was headed for disaster and then I turned Back. I was wrestling with a coat hanger, Can you guess who won? The universe shrugged, shook, then moved on. It's a guess, No idea. It's a feeling. Not a voice In my head, Just a feeling. And by the way, Ow, It's my kindling come alive. And by the way, Ow, this time I'll get it right, Oh. Not a shaman or a showman. Ashamed I was selling the rights. I took a breather and decided not to ruin My life. I was conforming to a cosmic design. I was playing to type until I walked back To the garden of earthly delights. I was born to perform. It's a calling. I exist To do this, shouting and Pointing. And by the way, Ow, It's my kindling come alive. And by the way, Uh, This time I'll get it right, oh. No one will ever understand it, And no one will ever have the last word, Because it's not something you could ever say. So swivel. Ah, it's a guess, No idea. It's a feeling. Not a voice In my head, Just a feeling. And by the way, Ow, It's my kindling come alive. And the way, This time I'll get it right. Oh, and by the way, Uh, It's my kindling come alive. And by the way, Huh, This time I'll get it right, oh. Ooh, ooh, Ooh.