Mace

Pedalling on a bicycle

I'm on my way to make a call

I try to touch you

Through the double glazing

But the curtains were drawn

The family gone away

Who is to know

But now you don't

No-one can see

When they get mace in their eyes

They're papering the walls

And the windows

No light in here

In or out

The heating's on

And I'm feeling drowsy

I fall asleep

And dream of burning down the house

I'm pedalling on a bicycle

I'm on my way to make a call

The sun is out

And I'm feeling drowsy

I fall asleep

And dream of burning down the house