The Laundry - The Lilac Time

Walk with me through the scrapyard

Passed yesterday’s most wanted cars

Piled high in the daylight

Chicken skins in the dustbins

Fur coats in the wardrobe

Spare bed in the good night

Don’t bother with the bills

Fly

Walk with me in the moonlight

Hear the freight trains roll

From another life

Remember your bedroom ceiling

Remember those old patterned curtains

When you were sleeping

Don’t worry who will see

Cry

Nobody grows old

We just crease and fold

Like the laundry

Nobody will die

We’re hung out to dry

In the garden.