Hold a map in your hands with your plans with your man
Hold a map in your hands with your plants in your garden
You're a doctor doctor find your way about
Hanging on beneath they try to shake you out

You're moorish you're porous
Always cutting corners
You are the mountain you are lonesome
Colour the ocean follow the ocean
Draw a doctor doctor find your way about
Hanging on beneath they try to shake you out
Out

Five o'clock on Sunday morning
What you want is hiding in there
Five o'clock on Sunday morning
Why don't you come and fetch me out
Five o'clock on Sunday morning
What you want is hiding in there
Five o'clock on Sunday morning
Why don't you come and fetch me out

Beat the sun and they will come
They will come they will come come right to you
Beat the sun and they will come
They will come they will come come right to you

Look out to the planes [?]