Dalis Car

Together arm in arm In an avenue white and tall Tower block buildings telling tales This is string, all fall Time is waiting on the floor A gold relic from who My friend is clawing at the dial It tells us half past two Tall doors opened up I leave my friend no fear The jacket man with piercing suit Is looking for a tear He jokes his words in monotonal hums And draws a picture clear Of Dali's car, his silent self An eye pierces like a spear Tell me man, like or not My time is short and soon I'll take your clock for Dali's car Take you spinning in the room Spinning in the room Spinning in the room