Homburg

Uitvoerende(n): Procol Harum
Tekst: Keith Reid

Your multilingual business friend
has packed her bags and fled
leaving only ash-filled ashtrays
and the lipsticked unmade bed.
The mirror, on reflection,
has climbed back upon the wall
for the floor she found descended
and the ceiling was too tall.

     Your trouser cuffs are dirty
     and your shoes are laced up wrong.
     You'd better take off your homburg
     coz your overcoat is too long.

The town clock in the market square
stands waiting for the hour
when its hands they both turn backwards
and on meeting will devour
both themselves and also any fool
who dares to tell the time.
And the sun and moon will shatter
and the signposts cease to sign.

     Your trouser cuffs are dirty
     and your shoes are laced up wrong.
     You'd better take off your homburg
     coz your overcoat is too long.

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