Lyric One white duck


A one, two, three.
There s a haze on the skyline, to wish me on my way -
And there s a note on the telephone - some roses on a tray.
And the motorway s stretching right out to us all, as I pull on my old
wings - One White Duck on your wall.
Isn t it just too damn real? One White Duck on your wall.
One Duck on your wall.

I ll catch a ride on your violin - strung upon your bow.
And I ll float on your melody - sing your chorus soft and low.
There s a picture-view postcard to say that I called.
You can see from the fireplace, One White Duck on your wall.
Isn t it just too damn real? One White Duck on your wall.
One Duck on your wall.

So fly away Peter and fly away Paul - from the finger-tip ledge of
contentment.
The long restless rustle of high heel boots calls.
And I m probably bound to deceive you after all.
Something must be wrong with me and my brain - if I m so patently
unrewarding.
But my dreams are for dreaming and best left that way - and my zero to your
power of ten equals nothing at all.

There s no double-lock defense; there s no chain on my door.
And I m available for consultation,
But remember your way in is also my way out, and love s four-letter word is
no compensation.

Well, I m the Black Ace dog handler: I m a waiter on skates - so don t you
jump to your foreskin conclusion -
Because I m up to my deaf ears in cold breakfast trays -
To be cleared before I can dine on your sweet Sunday lunch confusion.