Synchronicity 2 Composer(s): Sting Performer(s): The Police; Morpholinos
Another suburban morning Grandmother screaming at the wall We have to shout above the din of our Rice Crispies We can't hear anything at all
Mother chants her litany of boredom and frustration But we know all the suicides are fake Daddy only stares into the distance There's only so much more that he can take
Many miles away something crawls from the slime At the bottom of a dark Scottish lake
Another industrial ugly morning The factory belches filth into the sky He walks unhindered through the picket lines today He doesn't think to wonder why The secretaries pout and preen like cheap tarts on a red light street
But all he ever thinks to do is watch And every single meeting with his so called superior Is a humiliating kick in the crotch
Many miles away something crawls to the surface Of a dark Scottish Loch
Another working day has ended Only the rush hour hell to face Packed like lemmings into shiny metal boxes Contestants in a suicidal race
Daddy grips the wheel and stares alone into the distance He knows that something somewhere has to break
He sees the family home now looming in his headlight The pain upstairs that makes his eyeballs ache
Many miles away there's a shadow on a door Of a cottage by the shore Of a dark Scottish lake
Many miles away Many miles away
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