Cheekbone Hollows

I keep hearing talk of the doom and they're sending the meek home And that ain't half as bad as the the shadow that's caught in the hollow of a cheekbone And all day long I hear talk of the doom and they're sending the meek home And that ain't half as bad as the shadow that's caught in the hollow of a cheekbone One day me and my cousin We crossed town on the city buses laughing and cussing All the live long day There was a hollow in the woods where we studied other zones A circle round the fort made of animal bones And I know I'll never ever ever feel alone With my cousin Mr. George Jerome I keep hearing talk of the doom and they're sending the meek home And that ain't half as bad as the shadow that's caught in the hollow of your cheekbone The next day we was walking downtown I looked up and saw my old dancing shoes hanging from a telephone wire I saw two Rosicrucians on the morning bus And the exchange of secret handshakes without involving touch And I thought about my cousin and the codes that meant so much We speak a dead language now our world has turned to dust I bought a white chocolate tea in the park on my lunch break I bought a painting off the street of a haunted lake And I tried hard to make the world an exciting place I keep hearing talk of the doom and they're sending the meek home And that's not half as bad as the shadow that's caught in the hollow of your cheekbone And all day long I hear talk of the doom and they're sending the meek home And that ain't half as bad as the shadow that's caught in the hollow of your cheekbone All day long When your heart goes boom my heart goes boom too When we walk into the room all the wallpaper comes in bloom Sit up and move the garden into the bedroom and have tea and crumpets like a bride and groom (we had breakfast in bed) I said goodbye On a hazy day I had a head full of thoughts And they were children Of the faces Oh get on school bus and go