Small Metal Gods Lyrics - Manafon - David Sylvian

It's the farthest place I've ever been 

It's a new frontier for me 

And you balance things 

Like you wouldn't believe 

When you should just let things be 

Yes, you juggle things 

'Cause you can't lose sight 

Of the wretched story-line 

It's the narrative that must go on 

Until the end of time 

And you're guilty of some self neglect 

And the mind unravels for days 

I've told you once 

Yes, a thousand times 

I'm better off this way 

I'm better off this way 

Where's my queen of hearts 

My royal flush 

I have cleaned and scrubbed her decks 

My suicide, my better days 

There's nothing I regret 

I've placed the Gods 

In a zip-lock bag 

I've put them in a drawer 

They've refused my prayers 

For the umpteenth time 

So I'm evening up the score 

Small metal Gods 

From a casting line 

From a factory in Mumbai 

Some manual labourer's bread and butter 

And a single-minded lie 

Small metal Gods 

Cheap souvenirs 

You've abandoned me for sure 

I'm dumping you, my childish things 

I'm evening up the score.