Nothing here to fear

I'm just sitting around being foolish

While there is work to be done

Just a hang up call

And the quiet breathing of our persian

We call Cajun on a Wednesday



So we go from year to year

With secrets we've been keeping

Though you say you're not a Templar man

Seems as if we're circling for very different reasons

But one day the eagle has to land



Out past the fountain

I left by the station

I start the day in the usual way

Then think well why not and stop for a coffee

And begin to recall things that you say



No one's at the door

You suggest a ghost

Perhaps a phantom

I agree with this in part

Something is with us

I can't put my finger on

Is Thumbelina size 10 on a Wednesday



So we go from year to year

With secrets we've been keeping

Though you say you're not a Templar man

You tell me to cheer up

You suspect we're oddly even

Even still the eagle has to land



Out past the fountain

I left by the station

I start the day in the usual way

The think well why not and stop for a coffee

And begin to recall things that you say

Pluck up the courage and snap it's gone again

I start humming When Doves Cry

Can someone help me I think that I'm lost here

Lost in a place called America