For a moment I imagined you as Euston Square.
Lying in bed with a monster
Who had just killed the kings of Ireland.

But in my eyes they deserved to die
For attacking a black cat
That I am slowly losing touch with
But at the time she seemed so eager to put my fears to rest
By throwing stones at birds on a wire

So what's going on inside your head?
Did it lead you to astrologers
Who can explain the stars, show you rivers and almost give you faith in God
Though their windows are all steamed up and frosted over