Into The Microcosm

Bodies found in ancient woods
And from the gauge of his corduroy
We can date him back
To the start of the last millennium

Bending like driftwood
Float down with the pond skaters
Now the woods is electric
A nightclub in the trees
One of the older boys
Fashioned a hammock
Somewhere down here
And I overheard you talking
About swinging in it
Oh please, no!
I don’t want to get buried alive
I don’t want the next face I see
To be a Tony Robinson type
And they’ll speculate about my demisе
Then go to the pub

Into the microcosm...
Just likе these ancient trees
I’m a protected species
Stamp the seeds down in the mud
Germinate it in the sludge
Letting nature take it’s course
It doesn’t come if it’s forced
It doesn’t come if it’s forced

You break me in two bits
Like a breadstick in humous
My guts turn to mush
As his fingers meet stomach
I’m lip reading now
He has discovered the hammock
And he will take you there tonight
Yes, he’ll take you there tonight
And he’ll enter you
Like a phone in competition

Into the microcosm...
Into the microcosm...
I want to be, I want to be
I want to be a protected species
Like these
We’re going ancient trees
Ancient trees
Everybody here with me

I was trying to get inside your frame
Like an audience member
On Top Of The Pops
I don’t want a Legs & Co. rendition
I want you in the studio miming
I want you in the studio miming along
Into the microcosm...