children walking   under mulberry skies   the old conductor   feeds his army of spies   i'm sewn up   and waiting on you      see you walking   with a suit and a tie   do you tread water   or just skim off the sides   i'm sewn up   and waiting on you      never raised or held a hand to call her   papa's got a brand new bag of squalor   the professor just told me   it was water under the bridge   never got a trophy   i guess it's the language that it is   it's the cover of the paper   it's just the nature of the biz      picked some wingtips   from the old lost and found   new world disorder   in a stereo sound   i'm sewn up   and waiting on you