A Philosophical Whim
music J.Flinter lyrics E.Cowley/J.Flinter ©2003

verse 1
When the sky is paintbox blue
It occurs to me I haven’t a clue.
As to why it should be so at all
that the world we see is one half eggshell tall
verse 2
And these worries that seem so grand
no more than grains of grime from a glass to sift through our hands.
From far away places and far away lands that really don’t exist at all
Ôcause the world we see is one half eggshell tall
chorus
Seventeen hundred and frozen to death
fossils, scritchpoles and chords.
It’s about that colour and smells like broken glass
and sounds like the sea when it calls.
Richard of York gave battle in vane
a white bear with south facing walls.
We named all the planets we see from a world
that’s one half eggshell tall
A Philosophical Whim
music J.Flinter lyrics E.Cowley/J.Flinter ©2003