Cut glass porcupine sailing on the Serpentine 
Fingers on the skyline pulling down the black blinds 
Terminal eyes at the edge of the night 
Rivulet of dark wine moving in a straight line 
Sumdging out the stop signs, running down the life lines 
Terminal eyes at the edge of the night

Shadows on the ceiling, coffee cup congealing 
Tarot cards revealing, a solitary feeling 
Terminal eyes, but I think it's alright 
Silver studded jet plane screaming through the migraine 
Cutting through the cellophane, wrappers of your tired brain 
Terminal eyes - put out the light

Terminal eyes 
Only the lonely Arabian skies 
Terminal eyes 
Calling you home from your restless disguise 

Hands of the windmill moving to a standstill 
Rain on the windowsill, ashes on the phone bill 
Terminal eyes at the edge of the night 
Rain drop fire flies sparkle on the shop blinds 
Echoes of the summertime flicker in the street-signs 
Terminal eyes at the edge of the night 

Shadows on the ceiling, coffee cup congealing 
Eyes that look unseeing, hands that look unfeeling 
Terminal eyes, I think it's alright
Silver-studded sea plane breaking through the migraine 
Cutting through the cellophane, enveloping your tired brain 
Terminal eyes, put out the light 

Terminal eyes 
Only the lonely Arabian skies 
Terminal eyes 
Calling you home from your restless disguise 
Terminal eyes 
Only the lonely Arabian skies 
Terminal eyes 
Calling you home from your restless disguise