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A.Banks / M.Rutherford / P.Gabriel / P.Collins / S.Hackett The crawlers cover the floor In the red ochre corridor For my second sight of people They`ve more lifesblood than before They`re moving in time To a heavy wooden door Where the needle`s eye is winking Closing on the poor Chorus: The carpet crawlers heed their callers You gotta get in to get out... There`s only one direction In the faces that I see And it`s upward to the ceiling Where the chamber`s said to be Like the forest fight for sunlight That takes root in every tree They are pulled up by a magnet Believing they`re free Chorus. Mild-mannered Supermen Are held in kriptonite And the wise and foolish virgins giggle With there bodies glowing bright And through the door a harvest feast Is lit by candle light It`s the bottom of a staircase That spirals out of sight Chorus. The porcelain mannequin with shattered skin Fears attack And the eager pack lift up their pitchers That carry all they lack The liquid has congealed Which has seeped out through the crack And the tickler takes his stickler back Chorus. |