Meanwhile

The whole wide world is collapsing
Can somehow grip the nation
Credits roll on, “Speak up now
But maybe to us sad old mares

As soon as backs are turned in soaps
They bring into our home

The oldest of the brothers

Riots on the streets outside, they’re tearing up a nation

Makes us feel creative in a life minus creation
Meanwhile my whole world is collapsing
Meanwhile the whole world is collapsing
The whole wide world is collapsing
Meanwhile your whole world is collapsing
They’re sharpening their claws
It’s a form of consolation
Feed me fantasy instead
Gone down on bended knee
Makes us feel creative in a life minus creation

There’s three of them, she’d rather have
Meanwhile my whole world is collapsing
It’s pretty odd some two bob God
Catherine gives her promise
Or forever hold your peace”
But maybe to us sad old mares
Tucked up in bed
To keep it secret but of course
Look out on the streets outside, catch a conversation
The congregation’s nervous
Makes us feel creative in a life minus creation
It’s a form of consolation

The audience thought was dead
But maybe to us sad old mares
'Cause ours would not get shown

Look out on the streets outside, catch a conversation
We actually tend to laugh about

Returns to find his sister and his wife

If this is true to life
Meanwhile our whole world is collapsing
Meanwhile our whole world is collapsing
The whole wide world is collapsing

And suffering's so much funnier

Meanwhile our whole world is collapsing

It’s a form of consolation
It’s pretty odd some two bob God
It’s pretty odd some two bob God
Can somehow grip the nation
When it’s theirs and not your own

Especially bride to be
Can somehow grip the nation
These petty little problems