Nothing here to fear
I'm just sitting around being foolish when there is work to be done
Just a hang-up call and the quiet breathing of our Persian we call Cajun on a Wednesday

So we go from year to year with secrets we've been keeping
Though you say you're not a Templar man
Seems as if we're circling for very different reasons
But one day the Eagle has to land

Out past the fountain
A left by the station
I start the day in the usual way
Then think -- well why not -- and stop for a coffee
And begin to recall things that you say

No one's at the door
You suggest a ghost
Perhaps a phantom
I agree with this in part
Something is with us
I can't put my finger on
Is Thumbelina size 10 on a Wednesday

So we go from year to year with secrets we've been keeping
Though you say you're not a Templar man
You tell me to cheer up
You suspect we're oddly even
Even still the Eagle has to land

Out past the fountain
A left by the station
I start the day in the usual way
Then think -- well why not -- and stop for a coffee
And begin to recall things that you say

Pluck up the courage and snap it's gone again
I start humming when Doves Cry
Can someone help me
I think that I'm lost here
Lost in a place called America