Lyrics

The Prince of Desolation speaks kindly to the Queen
Of incidents and accidents and things he's never seen
Never could keep straight all the things that he's done
He saw them on the TV - thought it looked like fun
He saw them all on TV - thought it would be fun

Keep your hands on the wheel of your Magic machine
Feet on the floorboards and line of sight clean
You'll never undo the place you come from
Try all you like - it cannot be done
Try as you like - it cannot be done

The Jack of Information keeps his diary on his skin
Past and future under sutures holding it all in
Never could forgive the cold conniving of the sun
To fade the application - till all the stories run
Blur the application till explanation's done

Keep your hands on the wheel of your tragic machine
Keep one eye open - your breath hard and clean
You'll never unbreak what's already done
Put it in drive - and point at the sun
Just put it in drive and shoot for the sun

The King of Desperation keeps his audience of one
Entertained and vaguely maimed and crippled by the sun
And you and I will never guess the peculiar disease
That inwardly devours him - and brings him to his knees
That stealthily devours him - and keeps him on his knees

Keep your hands on the wheel of your panic machine
Keep both eyes open - your breath hard and clean
You'll never unbreak what's already done
Put it in drive - and point at the sun
Just put it in drive and shoot for the sun

Keep your hands on the wheel of your Magic machine
Feet on the floorboards and line of sight clean
You'll never undo the place you come from
Try all you like - it cannot be done
Try as you like - it cannot be done