Dust In Your Pocket - Glass Animals

Written by：David Bayley

When you're found

In a maze

Eager eyes on the milky haze

Scampers round heavy feet

Spinny legs and hobbling knees

Twitching tail and tongue in cheek

She munches fruit from trees

Looking smug and fresh and pleased

She wanders so sloppy and eats

She puts her hands up to the sky

She puts her hands up and she's icing in her lie

She puts her hands up to the sky

It makes her well up it makes her well up

She puts her hands up to the sky

She puts her hands up and she's icing in her lie

She puts her hands up to the sky

It makes her well up it makes her well up

She feels a lick down her nape

It looks up with a fair glass face

Peeling palms of dirty hands

Jointed thumbs with drumstick ends

Yellow nails from pinching fags

A slimy creature lacking clad

He pulls his fingers from her mind

And lets her see just like she was blind

She puts her hands up to the sky

She puts her hands up and she's icing in her lie

She puts her hands up to the sky

It makes her well up it makes her well up

She puts her hands up to the sky

She puts her hands up and she's icing in her lie

She puts her hands up to the sky

It makes her well up it makes her well up