balu

Elbow

Oh, my big Balu, with my wine I pine for you
My days are shapeless now
I m something of a sacred cow
But sunrise on those gum balls bouncing around Manhattan
Saw the Magi sleep on a subway train
And the start of an elegant pattern
You carried me over the threshold
You were the B of the bang of the binge
Til I split for a tryst with a rust belt girl
with a Plantagenet fringe
And, oh, do I miss you Balu with your bookmark heart
And your bible of Sign o the Times
I ll dig you back up when they kill you
And hollow your skull for my wine

Balu, Balu, Balu
Balu, Balu, Balu, Balu

Oh, my big Balu, I saw you walking on the moon
I didn t wind my window down
I didn t wind my window down
But forever, old man, we re children of Pan
Drones just don t understand
There s nothing amiss that cannae be fixed
By a bottle of fire and a band
I ll never be whole without you
But I ll never grow in your shadow
Meccano, Mikado, m laddo
If you can t reach for the next branch up, I ll sing to you
About the view
I ll sing to you, Balu

Balu, Balu, Balu, Balu
Balu, Balu, Balu, Balu
I ll sing to you about the view, Balu
Balu, Balu
Balu, Balu, Balu, Balu