Sewn Up Songtext / Lyric

Children walking

Under mulberry skies

The old conductor

Feeds his army of spies

I'm sewn up

And waiting on you



See you walking

With a suit and a tie

Do you tread water

Or just skim off the sides

I'm sewn up

And waiting on you






Never raised or held a hand to call her

Papa's got a brand new bag of squalor

The professor just told me

It was water under the bridge

Never got a trophy

I guess it's the language that it is

It's the cover of the paper

It's just the nature of the biz



Picked some wingtips

From the old lost and found

New world disorder

In a stereo sound

I'm sewn up

And waiting on you