Envelopes of Yesterday-Pete Sinfield

I feel like a rusty key I don't fit any door You stole my cloudy castles but you didn't say what for You said I didn't have the eyes to paint out in the street Without a standard martyr's hat and neon sloganned feet To eat, it seems, I needed you for crumbs your need was me We cheered and passed the sanguine flask till the iceman made me see At five o'clock you could never wash your printer's stain away So I count you lost and your words I've tossed In the bleary envelopes of yesterday I feel like a tumbling kite there's no hand on my reel I dived aboard your star-bright ship to find you'd left the wheel To hunt some upstart passengers who had gambled with their fare Then trumpeted the hull with holes and laughing gone by air Whilst most of us who stayed aboard slipped brandy to the crew John Purser locked his iron box and pointed at the queue Still working out the price of time no echoes will we lay So I've burnt the till and I've thrown the bills In the weary envelopes of yesterday I need to suck the breasts of time and freeze her milk in ink To juggle cruets full of dreams and balance on the brink Don't blame me if my smoke and steam obscured your rutted track I only meant to startle you not offer you my back To ride upon and overload with your jars of unbaked clay You can find your guide to the pulpit ride in the dreary envelopes of yesterday I'm upside down I'm an empty town my eyes are full of ghost Of dusty windowed certainty and spider-webbed almost I love, I hate this rock and roll the ladies and the lights Ate all my flowers long ago but the roots came through all right Whilst now my toast is the crossroads post, I hear just out of sight That the Black Pick's found his Chaldean lamp After years in a concentration camp But I fear he's still out on the ice With his bagpipe mouth and his cup of crimson speiss Still, I've fulfilled a host of dreams for that I'll cry hurray But it won't be long till I cast this song In the jet-edged envelopes…