As high as the ladder would climb
We tumbled aside
And hardened the whites of our eyes

And the stars have arrived
To start an elastic kind of day
So take your thought train home
Through animals and slaves
Our new city blows them away

And just as the curtains were raised
Somebody was asking the way
Aladdin was out of his cave
And we all fell down as the weatherman sang
Weatherman sang of crooked rain
Crooked rain that grew on trees
Grew on trees in the back of brains
Even the devil would pay
For half of a glass
For crooked rain alone could only make him laugh
But that face was never mine

And just as the buttons came off
The muffled thud of an angry crowd
Just like a secret we will be found
We are the circus we're going to town
So don't waste time, don't waste time
For the hay's never really made
Out here in Neverglade

I'm going outside to chase the rain
And you're going to stay in the basement again
The distant sound of blood on the waves
Awaits