Last train to Norwich...
Summer days that blind your face will soon be dead and gone
Better get it on!
Tuned to a day the babe against the world
You took the best seat rather risk it when the chips were down
Better make it long.
Schrodinger´s cat is dead to the world.
You say your cat sees in the dark.
You criticize the play and isolate the box.
I always knew you were a scientist at heart.
Just as the breeze with speed and build, you sat upon the fence,
Clucking like a chicken making perfect sense.
Pass that gun, hand me that knife,
Man´s little monster has been brought back to life.
You say your cat sees in the dark.
You criticize the flow and isolate the box.
I always knew you were a scientist at heart.
I always knew you were.
Last train to Norwich...
Schrodinger´s cat is dead to the world.
Last train to Norwich...