Small Metal Gods - David Sylvian

Small Metal Gods - David Sylvian
It's the farthest place I've ever been
It's a new frontier for me
And you balance things like you wouldn't believe
When you should just let things be
Yes you juggle things cause you can't lose sight
Of the wretched story line
It's the narrative that must go on
Until the end of time
And you're guilty of some self-neglect
And the mind unravels for days
I've told you once
Yes a thousand times
I'm better off this way
I'm better off
This way
Where's my queen of hearts my royal flush
I have cleaned and scrubbed her decks
A suicide my better days
There's nothing I regret
I've placed the gods in a zip-lock bag
I've put them in a drawer
They've refused my prayers for the umpteenth time
So I'm evening up the score
Small metal gods from a casting line
From a factory in Mumbai
Some manual labourer's bread and butter
And a single-minded life
Small metal gods cheap souvenirs
You've abandoned me for sure
I'm dumping you my childish things
I'm evening up the score