Ray Wilson - Carpet Crawlers lyrics
[Ray Wilson - Carpet Crawlers lyrics]
There is lambswool under my naked feet
The wool is soft and warm
Gives off some kind of heat
A salamander scurries into flame
To be destroyed
Imaginary creatures are trapped in
Birth on celluloid
The fleas cling to the golden fleece
Hoping they'll find peace
Each thought and gesture are
Caught in celluloid
There's no hiding in my memory
There's no room to avoid
The crawlers cover the floor in
The red ochre corridor
For my second sight of people
They've more lifeblood than before
They're moving in time to a heavy wooden door
Where the needle's eye is winking
Closing in on the poor
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
"We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out"
There's only one direction in the
Faces that I see it's upward to the ceiling
Where the chamber's said to be
Like the forest fight for sunlight
That takes root in every tree
They are pulled up by the magnet
Believing they're free
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
"We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out"
Mild mannered supermen are held in kryptonite
And the wise and foolish virgins giggle
With their bodies glowing bright
Through a door a harvest feast
Is lit by candlelight
It's the bottom of a staircase
That spirals out of sight
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
"We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out"
The porcelain mannequin with shattered
Skin fears attack
The eager pack lift up their pitchers
- they carry all they lack
The liquid has congealed
Which has seeped out through the crack
And the tickler takes his stickleback
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
"We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out"
The wool is soft and warm
Gives off some kind of heat
A salamander scurries into flame
To be destroyed
Imaginary creatures are trapped in
Birth on celluloid
The fleas cling to the golden fleece
Hoping they'll find peace
Each thought and gesture are
Caught in celluloid
There's no hiding in my memory
There's no room to avoid
The crawlers cover the floor in
The red ochre corridor
For my second sight of people
They've more lifeblood than before
They're moving in time to a heavy wooden door
Where the needle's eye is winking
Closing in on the poor
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
"We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out"
There's only one direction in the
Faces that I see it's upward to the ceiling
Where the chamber's said to be
Like the forest fight for sunlight
That takes root in every tree
They are pulled up by the magnet
Believing they're free
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
"We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out"
Mild mannered supermen are held in kryptonite
And the wise and foolish virgins giggle
With their bodies glowing bright
Through a door a harvest feast
Is lit by candlelight
It's the bottom of a staircase
That spirals out of sight
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
"We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out"
The porcelain mannequin with shattered
Skin fears attack
The eager pack lift up their pitchers
- they carry all they lack
The liquid has congealed
Which has seeped out through the crack
And the tickler takes his stickleback
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
"We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out"