Big Paper Cats Lyrics

If you listen you can hear

All the big paper cats as they're roaring

Narcissus steaming up the mirror

While his sleeping partner is snoring

Nobody listening here

Gets a little bit boring

Besides, what would it prove

If you knew every move?

If you look, you can see

that good night gently going

And I think you'd agree

So many white lies that it looks like it's snowing

And you may have need

To be made into a beggar of pardon

The next posthumous seed

To be lost to a memorial garden

Our senses fall short

Of appraising the ways we get pushed

When the trickster cavorts

And the bush-whacker jumps from the bush

We feel a bit out of sorts

Once we're done lining up the edge pieces

It's all just sport

Just one more of our fortnight caprices

If denial were a dial

So many would blast it past ten

And it might take a child

Just to take us back to nature again

Wherever we go

With our clever opinions in tow

Livin' just like we know

But it just isn't so

If you listen you can hear

All the big paper cats as they're roaring

Narcissus steaming up the mirror

While his sleeping partner is snoring

Nobody listening here

Gets a little bit boring

Besides, what would it prove

If you knew every move?