The Colloquy of Mole & Mr. Eye Lyrics

Tell me some tales of your life in the tunnels

I'll sing you a song of life high above ground

I'm in a tower that couldn't be higher

You're in a bower a hundred miles down

I'm in the air, the world's out of my hair

My heads in the clouds and I read by the moon

I'm in the stars and you are sub-radar

Digging your home with a rusty old spoon

Hey Little Mole

What's it like in your hole?

Why did you go underground?

What kind of life have you found?

Tell me a tale of two hundred stories

I'll sing you a song of a world down below

My ladder and steps don't reach up to your basement

The lift in your building won't go near this low

I dig the gloom in this womb of a room

I'm perfectly happy just shoring up walls

The worms they all need me, the little grubs feed me

I'm close to the core and there's nowhere to fall

Hey Mr. Eye

What's it like in the sky?

Why did you fly off the ground?

What kind of life have you found?

Tell me some tales of survival substrata

I'll sing you a song of the high life up here

The air is so rarified, food is delivered

By people from earth whom you tip with a beer

I haven't a care and I never go down where

The smoke is a joke and you're scared all the time

I can see it so clearly but don't want it near me

I'm the first superman to emerge from the slime

Hey Little Mole

What's it like in your hole?

Why did you go underground?

What kind of life have you found?

Hey Mr. Eye, there's one thing we agree on

You'll never come here and I'll never go there

My eyes aren't accustomed to all of your bright lights

Your lungs they would gasp for a good blast of air

We've made decisions, we've both had visions

Of something else, somewhere else, some other way

What your money bought you, my instincts taught me

The ground's not the best place to live on today

Mole in his hole

Eye in the sky

That's why we moved from the ground

Long live the life we have found