Momus - Crispbread Pagoda lyrics
[Momus - Crispbread Pagoda lyrics]
And I will build
A pagoda made of crisp bread
My window sill is getting wet
And I am trying to think of nothing
Trying to think of no-one
But, it's proving rather hard
You are the raindrop in the cloud
The rock in the rolling avalanche
And I am having lunch
The sound of rain
And eleven types of thunder
Wobbling begins
On the fourth floor of my pagoda
And there is splashing from the gutter
Gurgling round the house
But, I'm trying to block it out
There's been no landslide at all
An old supporting wall
Collapsed and blocked the road
My trembling hands
A pagoda made of crispbread
This endless rain cancelling time
A careless fit of coughing
My pagoda is collapsing
It seems to take an age
Like a culture in decline
A paleolithic ram's horn
That now begins to sound
And I am trying to think of nothing
Trying to think of no-one
But, it's proving rather hard
You are the raindrop in the cloud
The rock in the rolling avalanche
And I am having lunch
A pagoda made of crisp bread
My window sill is getting wet
And I am trying to think of nothing
Trying to think of no-one
But, it's proving rather hard
You are the raindrop in the cloud
The rock in the rolling avalanche
And I am having lunch
The sound of rain
And eleven types of thunder
Wobbling begins
On the fourth floor of my pagoda
And there is splashing from the gutter
Gurgling round the house
But, I'm trying to block it out
There's been no landslide at all
An old supporting wall
Collapsed and blocked the road
My trembling hands
A pagoda made of crispbread
This endless rain cancelling time
A careless fit of coughing
My pagoda is collapsing
It seems to take an age
Like a culture in decline
A paleolithic ram's horn
That now begins to sound
And I am trying to think of nothing
Trying to think of no-one
But, it's proving rather hard
You are the raindrop in the cloud
The rock in the rolling avalanche
And I am having lunch