Marty Willson-Piper - Too Round to Be Square lyrics

The desperate angel

Sits in the dark

Wings in a fold

Arrow through her heart.

The tepid stream

Runs for a medal

Silver beats gold

And gives her a start.

Too fine to be smooth

Too greedy to share

Too blue to be colour

Too round to be square.

The perspex heath

Melts in the sun

The liquid slips

To a room at the front.

The merry house

Has a girl's name

A plastic fox

Drunk at the hunt.