Dali's Car

Together arm in arm
In an avenue white and tall
Tower block buildings telling tales
This is ......

Time is waiting on the floor
A ...... from who
My friend is clawing at the dial
It tells us half past two

Tall doors opened up
I leave my friend no fear
The jacket man with piercing suit
Is looking for a tear
He ...... his words in monotonal hums
And draws a picture clear
Of Dali's car, his silent self
An eye pierces like a spear

Tell me man, like or not
My time is short and soon
I'll take your clock for Dali's car
Take you spinning in the room
Spinning in the room
Spinning in the room