Ray Gun

hunters, lonely workers wander
clutching their briefcase or bag
umbrella in hand

I’m just a child now i know i will
be doing things that i shouldn’t
like picking up when i could put down
and saying no when i wouldn’t

never was my ray gun on you
if it was you have somehow slipped through
my fingers tremble too much
to hold or control
never was, never was my ray gun on you

working only shifting heartbeats
making the day flow by
laborious lines

you say you’ve held it inside
you’ve seen some things that are real
but only now to i realise
cos only now to i feel

never was my ray gun on you
if it was you have somehow slipped through
my fingers tremble too much
to hold or control
never was, never was my ray gun on you
never was, never was my ray gun on you