Pages you must never turn, in the labyrinth
Hair of doormat
You jump 'round three times, you jump into the mirror
You take a pinch of keyhole and fold yourself up
And you're invisible
Corridors that lead to the world of the invisible
Is that the wind from the desert song?
And each one holds a million more
Hem of anorak
Eye of Braille
Is that the wind from the desert song?
Is that a storm in the swimming pool?
Hem of anorak
On the edge of the labyrinth
Is that the autumn leaf falling?
You cut along the dotted lines, you think inside out
I found a book on how to be invisible
Hair of doormat
Or is that you walking home?
Corridors that twist and turn, corridors that blister and burn
You stand in front of a million doors
Stem of wallflower
Eye of Braille
You cut along the dotted line, you think inside out
Is that the autumn leaf falling?
Stem of wallflower
Under a veil you must never lift
Or is that you walking home?
