Worlds In Collision - Pere Ubu

Any day is half a night.

I’ll be the moon.

You hold the light.

You don’t wanna know what’s been beached on the sand.

The worse it gets the more I understand.

Les haricots sont pas salé.

Something weird is coming this way.

Cling to me — I will cover you.

Don’t it seem to be like a honeymoon?

Mountains rumble.

The rivers sway.

Run to me — there’s a storm on the way.

You don’t wanna be alone with the truth on the lam.

The worse it gets the more I understand.

Les haricots sont pas salé.

Something weird is coming this way.

Don’t it seem to be like a honeymoon?

Is it a dream?

Darkly so.

Is it a dream?

Darkly so.

So smiles all around — maybe nobody knows.

You don’t wanna be near when the fear grips the land.

The worse it gets the more I understand.

Les haricots sont pas salé.

Something weird is coming this way.

Cling to me — I will cover you.

Don’t it seem to be like a honeymoon?

Les haricots sont pas salé.

Something weird is coming this way.

Cling to me — I will cover you.

Don’t it seem to be like a honeymoon?