Ellipse lyrics

First the Earth was flat
But it fattened up when we didn't fall off
Now we spin laps around the Sun
Oh the gods lost 2-1
The host of Heaven pointed out to us from lightyears away
We're surrounded by a billion galaxies

Things are not always, things are not always how they seem
will you be ready (will you be ready?)

La la la la, La la la la, La la la la, La la la
La la la la, La la la la, La la la la, La la la la la

Eat, sleep, breathe that your full of the stuff
Go bag it, tie it up tight
Wheat, meat, dairy free, t-total happy-clappy
High on life you should try it you know

Go on while no one's looking

Aha! Gotcha now!
Caught red handed in the biscuit tin
Cost you to keep me quiet

She pops into the bathroom
Just after a shower and
She plays with my makeup and creams
Keeps trying to look like me

And goes through the motions
Posing this way and that,
Holding it in,
If it makes you feel better, then knock yourself out

Say hi there to my bad body double
This is my bad body double trouble
Oh no, my bad body double, mmmhm
I've got bad body double trouble, oh.

You and me between the sheets
It just doesnât get better than this
The many windswept yellow stickies of my mind
Are the molten emotional front line
I couldnât care less Iâm transfixed in this absolute bliss
Sweet sleepless, tumbling night
Oh, and the morning on the your skin and loved up light
Tracing patterns in the maze of your back

Slow hard
Dog wait
Down love
Black canvas
Revolve within
You understand.

Fragile
Earth where
Cracks in the temperature
Keep it cool
To give, you understand
Keep it cool
To give, you understand

Slow hard
Dog wait
Down love
Black canvas
Revolve within
You understand.

Fragile
Earth where
Cracks in the temperature
Keep it cool,
To give, you understand

Baby
behave we'll make it work
Are you with me?

You're not golden and I'm getting tired
Act like you own the place when really you've only just arrived
I caught first glimmers in hides and skins
Look who's all grown up, black swanning about the solar winds

You're gonna lose it alland find yourself on your knees
So get a grip and you might flow reverse the great slow bleed

I've got to get on it.
I've got to get on it.
I've got to get on it.

Bodies disengaged, our mouths are fleshing over.
It's just an echo game, irises retreating to ovals of white.
The urge to feel your face, and blood rushing to paint my handprint.
A Frisbee one by one; your vinyl on lamanent, just prefer some kind of contact.

Chorus:
First train home, I've got to get on it.

i knew that I'd get like this again
that's why i try to keep at bay
be a hundred percent when i'm with you and then
a perfect hearts length away

the stickler is you've played not one beat wrong
you never promised me anything
even sat me down, warned me just how they fall
and i knew the odds were id never win
and here i am

its a half life
with you as my quarter-back
a daft life

Little bird, little bird, little bird
What do you hear?
The clink of morning cheers
Orange juice concentrate
Crossword puzzles start to grade
One across
Four letter word, it's just not sitting

Little bird, little bird, little bird
What do you see?
A picture perfect scene
Two toned lawns are manicured
The gardens wearing haute couture

It's hiding something
It's trying too hard

Your name in lights
Vibrating to your ringtone
My world begins to dance
We discuss important stuff
The rendezvous is set up
To catch a film and dinner

Stuck in a cinema or saving me from a car
You'll suddenly realize and fall into my arms
Working you undercover, softly slowly got ya
Any moment now you're gonna swoon into my arms

The same you, the same me

Before electric light,
You paddled through the soup of darkness as a crocodile,
Cherry picking in the river,
I would leave crisp note footprints at the Bankside

Watch it closely you will see it begin to move
Watch it closely you see it begin to flicker

(Chorus)
While we're here, let's see what happens
What we got, got to loose (what we got to loose)

Where do we go from here?
How do we carry on?
I can't get beyond the questions.
Clambering for the scraps
in the shatter of us collapsed.
It cuts me with every could-have-been.

Pain on pain on play, repeating
With the backup makeshift life in waiting.

Everybody says that time heals everything.
But what of the wretched hollow?
The endless in-between?