Plutoman - Inspiral Carpets

You know what they say about the lady who talks with the fishes

They say that she’ll always have at least a billion, billion friends

And somewhere there’s a god who will grant each and all of her wishes

She laughs in the face of the man looking over the fence

I can see that you’re dreaming

But I can’t see the pictures

Sleeping in the light of starshine and goldfishes

Even out here where he sits drowning in isolation

He’s stacking his bricks high and slowly walling out the world

She’s sending him flowers and sunshine but he doesn’t notice

On the stem of a rose she writes «Have a nice day, Plutoman»

I can see that you’re dreaming

But I can’t see the pictures

Sleeping in the light of starshine and goldfishes

He feels like he’s the last man alive

He feels like he’s stuck on Pluto

Each day’s a bad one, each day he’s all alone

Colors and music is what you will see and you live for

Take a ride with a stingray and you’ll see the world through his eyes

She’s sending him flowers and sunshine but he doesn’t notice

On the stem of a rose she writes «Have a nice day, Plutoman»