I see double up ahead
Where the riverboat swayed beneath the sun
Is where the [bad word] red
Like a king who stalks the wings and shoots a dove
And frees an eagle instead
It's more or less the same as the things that you said
I see trouble up the road
Like the things you found in love are by the way
And like to cheat on your soul
Like the best and worst of thoughts that lose control
Before you lie on your bed
It's more or less the same as the things you said
Anyway for all the things you know
Tell me why does the river not flow
Anyway for all the things you said
Tell me why does the [bad word] red
Anyway for all the things you've seen
Tell me when will the [bad word] green
And anyway for all the things you know
Tell me why does the river not flow
It's more or less the things
You fail to say in your way that's your trouble
Like a king who stalks the wings
And shoots the moon and the stars
And his double
It's more or less the same as the things that you said
I see double up ahead
Where the riverboat swayed beneath the sun
Is where the [bad word] red
I see double - that's my trouble