Volumes Songtext
von Marty Wilson-Piper

All grapes from stores of gold
With plastic back where metal′s sold
Men in quarries connect their phone
One, two, three, a new Saigon

Check the bottle, is it full?
Have you found which pin to pull?
Boys in shirts get dirty hands
Smoking cigars on the sands

They have pages
They take ages
To read and to learn
They're heavy to carry
And easy to burn
Volumes have secrets
Take them on holiday
Book them a room
Save them a moment
Swallow a shroom


Pretty things are in a row
Of flowers we can′t seem to grow
Finding the pearls, then finding the blood
Then finding the water is warm

Something I wanted has just flown by
They looked at me sideways and told me to try
I hope it's a message from someone obscure
I hope it's the man next door

They have pages
They take ages
To read and to learn
They′re heavy to carry
And easy to burn
Volumes have secrets
Take them on holiday
Book them a room
Save them a moment
Swallow a shroom

They have pages
They take ages
To read and to learn
They′re heavy to carry
And easy to burn


Volumes have secrets
Take them on holiday
Book them a room
Save them a moment
Swallow a shroom

They have pages
They take ages
To read and to learn
They're heavy to carry
And easy to burn