Small Metal Gods - David Sylvian

It’s the farthest place I’ve ever been

It’s a new frontier for me And you balance things

Like you wouldn’t believe

When you should just let things be Yes, you juggle things

Cause you can’t lose sight

Of the wretched story-line

It’s the narrative that must go on Until the end of time

And you’re guilty of some self neglect

And the mind unravels for days

I’ve told you once

Yes, a thousand times

I’m better off this way

I’m better off this way

Where’s my queen of hearts

My royal flush

I have cleaned and scrubbed her decks

My suicide, my better days

There’s nothing I regret

I’ve placed the Gods

In a zip-lok bag

I’ve put them in a drawer

They’ve refused my prayers

For the umpteenth time

So I’m evening up the score

Small metal Gods

From a casting line

From a factory in Mumbai

Some manual labourer’s bread and butter

And a single-minded lie

Small metal Gods

Cheap souvenirs

You’ve abandoned me for sure

I’m dumping you, my childish things

I’m evening up the score.