Yet the barcodes click on
There's a face on our head
Written in bars and foretold in the stars
Discussed in the bars
Whilst the drunks are softly singing
That the light has left them all
Set at the bar and the bench and the fetch–
What was the cause of your mother's death?
Probably no or maybe or yes
What is the name of the face on your wall?
Possibly no and probably yes
Were you tall on your hands?
Do you like the hair golden?
Possibly no and probably yes
Possibly lost and mistaken your name
And nihil your gain and probably lost
You threw up flowers I have heard
But the light is leaving you all
Probably maybe certainly no
Is your face on the Moon?
Are you barren or halt?
Probably nothing probably no
Have you noticed
The light is leaving you all?
Probably possibly certainly yes
The birds are sweetly singing
The birds are sweetly singing
Electric your life
And electric your death
Electric the light
And electric the night
Electric the Moon
Electric the Sun
Electric the mother
Electric the father
And the light has left them all
Whilst the birds were sweetly singing
The light has left them all
The birds are sadly singing
