Intro:           I believe   we’re crossing a great ravine Still yearning   half-way a stranger I believe    in our multiplicity Still part-blind no reason for anger I believe we pull up our roots and retreat A new crop of aerials in Dacca and Canberra   So why don’t you tell me   Why don’t you tell me   Why don’t you tell me the truth about you Solo:            Vaseline you smeared it across every scene Anchor-man drowns in a sea of sensation Tyranny    crushing the young bird’s seed Halloween’s mate short fuse of the banker I thought myself wise through all of these hopeless times But I told myself told myself you’ve got to hold on   So why don’t you tell me   Why don’t you tell me   Why don’t you tell me the truth about you   Why don’t you tell me   Why don’t you tell me   Why don’t you tell me the truth about you     About you    about you     Until End