They Might Be Giants — Lord Snowdon

I'm on the outside looking out All these faces It's a museum Dummies, models, heavy sleepers Our time is over We're all sorry Lord Snowdon reporting for service Ashtrays and busy lines Silent days always with you, dear No one is working I'm on the outside looking out Holding onto an invitation So much business for an impression So much patience for impatience Lord Snowdon reporting for service Ennui and shopping sprees Light through a shutter's lens Where it's frozen like you, dear Frozen like you, dear In thе haze of these final days I'll go far in an opеn car Oh, don't pine for another time Be content with a slow descent Lord Snowdon reporting for service Ennui and shopping sprees Light through a shutter's lens Where it's frozen like you, dear Frozen like you, dear