Won't you tell me
How you're spinning
In the radioactive isotope there
Won't you tell me, the half life of your care, oh yeah
Is it 50, is it 40 ,
Is it around 20:20
What do you need? And what do you you dare, oh yeah
In the foreground
In the fairground
In the far sound from somewhere
Won't you tell me, the half life of your care?
How long will it take for me to decay
Like a jailbird, like a mocking jay
In the forest, in the thickest wood
Or neighbourhood
See diffraction like an x-ray
See the cathode tube and particle spray
In the foreground television there, back in the day
And the white noise, and the signal,
Getting lost in the Mendip hills
Give me microwave, give me ultrasonic care, oh yeah
In the photograph, of exposure
I can see I'm getting older,
Who will still be there?
I'll give you guesses, maybe two or three
Show you infinity, and eternity
But just show me you will still be there
Oh you can tell me, probabilities
You juggle the uncertainties
Just hold my hand, if I despair
Firefly, burning in the night
Photons flying at the speed of light
When Time is sidewise
Train carriage doesn't look so bare
I try to hold you but I'm lost now
In the spinning, forgetting everything
Entropy and chaos, Magnetic resonance
Bring me back into the foreground
I can touch you on the shoulder
Radiotherapist, radiographer
Tell me what is the half life of your care?
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