The X-Ray Microscope (All Enchanted)

I got used to the pouring rain

I'll put my umbrella up when it falls again

I got used to the blades of grass

I used to know them all by name. Yeah!

I got used to the arches of bridges

To the cats chasing after the pigeons

To the glowing witchcraft in our fridges

And you ask, "sir, are you religious?"

To the squeal of the door on its hinges

The brightening of the secret life of things

It's Camelot and we all live like we're kings

Wide eyes like I got punched hard in the midriff

And I hear that word from Gethsemane

The one before pray that I blocked from my memory

Sometimes just got to stop in serenity

Shut your mouth and watch

There's galaxies in the grains of wood

The city's best graffiti in my neighbourhood

I'm not saying it's bad, I'm not saying it's good

But it's all enchanted. (All enchanted)

There's galaxies in the grains of wood

Plastic bags grow on trees in my neighbourhood

I'm not saying it's bad, I'm not saying it's good

But it's all enchanted. (All enchanted)

I got my inside out

I let the outside in

When standing upside down

I see the world is blazing

I got my inside out

I let the outside in

When standing upside down

I see the world is blazing

Buried deep in the furthest recesses

Of the hyphen that does not exist in the word nowhere

Crouched round the fire are three tiny priestesses

Muttering about adding an eighth band to the rainbow

 

What is it? I'll give you three guesses

Animal? Vegetable? Mineral? No

Mandible? Tentacle? Vestigial growth? No

To see the ephemeral glow

Collapsible, extendible, cylindrical scope

Every cause, every effect is a miracle

How did I forget all the movements in the

ritual?

How did I get used to chance and serendipity?

Grew too accustomed to the smell of the patisserie

Ignored the warnings about spells and magicians

In a world where balloons create static electricity

Grubs up. There's a feast in the streets. Drink deep from the the well

Me and the world's like beast and his belle

But I feel underwhelmed

I want to feel the wind on my cheeks like a prisoner just released from her cell

There's galaxies in the grains of wood

The Whisperer's been weeping in my neighbourhood

I'm not saying it's bad, I'm not saying it's good

But it's all enchanted

There's galaxies in the grains of wood

Kids wheelie no hands in my neighbourhood

I'm not saying it's bad, I'm not saying it's good

But it's all enchanted. (All enchanted)

There's galaxies in the grains of wood

It never stops snowing in my neighbourhood

I'm not saying it's bad, I'm not saying it's good

But it's all enchanted. (All enchanted)

There's galaxies in the grains of wood

There's a parliament of owls in my neighbourhood

I'm not saying it's bad, I'm not saying it's good

But it's all enchanted. (All enchanted)

There's galaxies in the grains of wood

Queen Boudicca's buried in my neighbourhood

I'm not saying it's bad, I'm not saying it's good

But it's all enchanted. (All enchanted)

I got my inside out

I let the outside in

When standing upside down

I see the world is blazing

I got my inside out

I let the outside in

When standing upside down

I see the world is blazing

I got my inside out

I let the outside in

When standing upside down

I see the world is blazing

I got my inside out

I let the outside in

When standing upside down

I see the world is blazing

There's galaxies in the grains of wood

Guillotines lock in my neighbourhood

I'm not saying it's bad, I'm not saying it's good

But it's all enchanted

There's galaxies in the grains of wood

I can spy the two towers from my neighbourhood

I'm not saying it's bad, I'm not saying it's good

 

But it's all enchanted