I asked Floyd about the future
He said it's callous and cavernous
I hoped it was fallacy
I asked Floyd about the future
He cited no trauma that obvious
A relative apathy
And when she grows up she'll know this
And notice there's no surprises
There's no surprises
And when she grows up she'll know this
And notice there's no surprises
There's no surprises
She can read the signs
I'll try, I'll try
To keep things looking bright
Whilst we're both picketing the diamond mine
I'll try, I'll try
To keep things looking bright
Whilst we write our future in graphite
I asked Floyd about the rumours
The mothers and daughters of chastity
The celibate celebrity
About the brides and the groomers
There'll be no acts of such gravity
No such decadant pageantry
And when we grow up we'll know this
And notice there's no surprises
There's no surprises
And when we grow up we'll know this
And notice there's no surprises
There's no surprises
Don't let the magnets oxidise in our heads
Don't let the coils all start corroding when left
Found them outside in the wet
Coated in a sediment
I tried to scrape it off, you said
I only scratched the surface but I tried
And I'll try, I'll try
To keep things looking bright
Whilst we're both picketing the diamond mine
I'll try, I'll try
To keep things looking bright
Whilst we write our future in graphite

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