The Gymnast, High Above The Ground

The gymnast, high above the ground, Limbers up and falls timber town. Ankles splayed and all tied. The gymnast long has arrived. Lanky, your long sister lays Waiting out this long light brigade. Prayed for snow a long time. And lanky, it long has arrived. Through the tarlatan holes You've been slipping, been slipping away And the weather will hold It's been ever, ever so gray. But here as we're coming down And we're calling out: it's a terrible, terrible tide As it lights upon your eye. But there on the motorway, reeks of marmalade, It's a chemical, chemical kind As it lights upon your eye Lights upon your eye. The bosun calls upon the quay. Compa*s gone, he long has lost his way To lighthouse shine, to calm tide. The bosun long has arrived. Chorus