Nothing here to fear
I'm just sitting around being foolish when there is work to be done
Just a hang-up call
and the quiet breathing of our Persian
we call Cajun on a Wednesday
So we go from year to year with secrets we've been keeping
Though you say you're not a Templar man
Seems as if we're circling for very different reasons
But one day the Eagle has to land
Out past the fountain a left by the station
I start the day in the usual way
Then think -- well why not --and stop for a coffee
then begin to recall things that you say
No one's at the door
You suggest a ghost, perhaps a phantom
I agree with this in part
Something is with us
I can't put my finger on -- is Thumbelina size 10 on a Wednesday --

So we go from year to year with secrets we've been keeping
Though you say you're not a Templar man
you tell me to cheer up
you suspect we're oddly even
Even still the Eagle has to land

Out past the fountain a left by the station
I start the day in the usual way
Then think -- well why not --and stop for a coffee
then begin to recall things that you say
Pluck up the courage and snap it's gone again
I start humming "When Doves Cry"
Can someone help me I think that I'm lost here
Lost in a place called
America