The Church - Telepath

You got no reason to go I'll make it up, I don't know You got no reason to stay Anyway, anyday The flowers down the side of the house this morning The tiny wheels within the whorl A date pulled backwards and then left drowning So the future can uncurl You got no reason to laugh Lead you down telepath You've got no reason to cry Anyhow, anywhy The women by the shore in the night are leaving The angry dawn that slyly grins The soulscraper air that the boys are breathing Assembled parts, tiny sins You got no reason to live Pheremone You got no reason to die Anyhow, anytime The music and the traffic and the rain are blending The water meters, the fire escapes Children in the present moment unending Nobody knows their former shapes You got no reason to live Pheremone You got no reason to die Anyhow, anytime