One Point Perspective

Dancing in my underpants

I'm gonna run for government

I'm gonna form a covers band an' all (Stop)

Back there by the baby grand, did Mr. Winter Wonderland say

"Come 'ere, kid, we really need to talk?"

Bear with me, man, I lost my train of thought

I fantasise, I call it quits

I swim with the economists

And I get to the bottom of it for good

By the time reality hits, the chimes of freedom fell to bits

The shinin' city on the fritz

They come out of the cracks, thirsty for blood (Stop)

Oh, just as the apocalypse finally gets prioritised

And you cry some of the hottest tears you ever cried

Multiplied by five

I suppose a singer must die

"Singsong 'Round the Money Tree"

This stunning documentary that no one else unfortunately saw

Such beautiful photography, it's worth it for the opening scene

I've been driving 'round, listening to the score

Or maybe, I just imagined it all

I've played to quiet rooms like this before

Bear with me, man, I lost my train of thought