Skypaging on four wheels
Coming down on none
I am the wildgame
Turn away and I'm gone
Blue screen in the clouds
None is real when thought about
But true and real when overcome
I'll be the basics of the undergrowth
Peeling off the skin of the antilope
Run like a circus in the middle of June
And wake up by the road
In the absence of clothes
If you had a lover
Who was Japanese
Or from the Middle East
Would you run for cover
Away from me
And the billboards block the sun
Walking in the shade of a promise
Investments are made
Chances or none
Equally divided among the most of us
If you had a lover
Who was Japanese
Or from the Middle East
Would you then discover
The truth about
You and me
If you had a lover
Who was Japanese
Or from the Middle East
Would you run for cover
Away from me