From the album ‘The Ultraconformist‘ (1992).
Lyrics
There is a spy on the moon who is spying on the earth
Taking note of everything we do
I heard him say he’s afraid, he says he’s pretty glad
That we’re down here and he’s up on the moon
And he sees circles in circles and spirals spinning round
The earth is flying up or falling down
And lovers walk on the shore leaving footprints on the sand
Their eyes are green or blue their eyes are brown
There is a hole in the sky where the love is going away
The love is going away for ever more
There is a bump in the road and a creeper on the stair
And somebody is knocking at the door
There is a queue on the street and an office full of chairs
And people having fantasies in cars
There is a bed in the garden, the moon is shining down
On drunkards drinking Guinesses in bars
There is a spy on the moon who is spying on the earth
Taking note of everything we do
I heard him say he’s afraid, he says he’s pretty glad
That we’re down here and he’s up on the moon
Twenty filter tips at the motorway garage
The sky behind the petrol pumps is green
There is a bunk in the shed where a man is lying dead
Murdered by the things he’ll never be
There is a hole in the sky where the love is going away
The love is going away for ever more
There is a bump in the road and a creeper on the stair
And somebody is knocking at the door
And there are circles in circles and spirals spinning round
The earth is flying up or falling down
And lovers walk on the shore leaving footprints on the sand
Their eyes are green or blue their eyes are brown
There is a spy on the moon who is spying on the earth
Taking note of everything we do
I heard him say he’s afraid, he says he’s pretty glad
That we’re down here and he’s up on the moon
There is a hole in the sky where the love is going away
The love is going away for ever more
There is a bump in the road and a creeper on the stair
And somebody is knocking at the door
There is a spy on the moon who is spying on the earth
Taking note of everything we do
There is a bump in the road and a creeper on the stair
And somebody is knocking at the door
(Thank you – good night!)
(Thank you)
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