Theres a haze on the skyline, to wish me on my way. And theres a note on the telephone --- some roses on a tray. And the motorways stretching right out to us all, as I pull on my old wings --- one white duck on your wall. Isnt it just too damn real? Ill catch a ride on your violin --- strung upon your bow. And Ill float on your melody --- sing your chorus soft and low. Theres a picture-view postcard to say that I called. You can see from the fireplace, one white duck on your wall. Isnt it just too damn real? So fly away Peter and fly away Paul --- from the finger-tip ledge of contentment. The long restless rustle of high-heeled boots calls. And Im probably bound to deceive you after all. Something must be wrong with me and my brain --- if Im so patently unrewarding. But my dreams are for dreaming and best left that way --- and my zero to your power of ten equals nothing at all. Theres no double-lock defense; theres no chain on my door. Im available for consultation, But remember your way in is also my way out, and loves four-letter word is no compensation. Well, Im the Black Ace dog-handler: Im a waiter on skates --- so dont you jump to your foreskin conclusion. Because Im up to my deaf ears in cold breakfast trays --- to be cleared before I can dine on your sweet Sunday lunch confusion. Songwriters IAN ANDERSON Read more: Jethro Tull - One White Duck/0=Nothing At All Lyrics | MetroLyrics
Posted on: Fri, 05 Sep 2014 07:54:06 +0000