Cro-Magnon Man

Cro-magnon man

Is a cuboid man

How many sides?

He casts the shadow on the door

Predator and prey, alive

Alert us when the numbers on the page divide

The petrol station sign

Open, every hour, all through the night

But Cro-magnon man

Lacks the wherewithal

To influence the rest

But how many times

Do you dream of mist above the crest?

Carry Venus on a hunter's stride

What's that formation that you see at night?

Guilt is cold sweat in a box

And your tyre's rolled way out of sight

Predator and prey, alive

The numbers never multiply

The petrol station sign

Open, every hour, all through the night

And the shoes are worn out, broken

And the wagon over, overturns

And the horse is head over it's hooves

A combination of elegance and speed

And we draw in artificial light

You'll miss your ears but you’ll see voices

And live in the bodies of each other

And you'll dream of mist over the crest

The chemicals that turn tomatoes red

Plastic bottles forever in the shed

In the cobwebs that float over your bed

I'll frame my life in the bones that I have left

I'll frame my life in the bones that I have left

I'll frame my life in the bones that I have left

I'll frame my life in the bones that I have left

I'll frame my life in the bones that I have left