Zen - John Cale
It's midnight
And our silver tongued obsessions
Come at us out of the dark
Scrambling to be recognised
Before tearing themselves apart
It's zen and the art of bollywood
Heroes turning on a spit
The lovers unable to resolve
A pre historic b**ch
We don't know
The half of it
Clever is as clever does
His drawn lights sparkling on a merry go round
Hypnotising everyone on it
In zen and the art of forgery
We're losing control of light
Delorian picasso
Mondre and el greco
Some one's gonna pay the price
If I didn't know you
Better than that
I'd never let you outta my sight
Where is the art of sorcery
We wanna be fooled again
Staggered by deception
Charmed into submission
Helpless as a deck of cards
It's now the art of reality
Calling a spade a spade
Facing the obvious
A monkey and his grinder
But on a different plain
I see you clearly from day to day
As clearly as I see tonite
Keep talking
Said the slow eyed mandarin
I've got nothing to say
Meet me on the staircase on your way down
We'll see if there's been a mistake
In zen and the art of algebra
There is no value for time
Whatever thrives inside the dark
Decays on the outside
