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I wake in a house, inside an empty room There is a knocking without, and a ticking within It's alarming to recall the thoughts of another man Lurking inside me, like a cushion of pins chorus; I call out, Frank, Frank,where are you Frank? I need a comb and a packet of cigarettes Frank, Frank, where are you Frank And why are the lights so low and mysterious? I set off every morning in search of my prison cell I'm gonna pick the lock open and climb back on in There's nothing more dangerous than wishes like fishes They swim in an ocean, and ripple my skin CHORUS Frank Frank The sky today is pretty, it's a pity I'm seeing it Reflected upside down in the back of a spoon People hang out washing, hangs out ,dries out comes inside Sits in a draw, waiting to touch some skin Frank, Frank, why are we waiting here The cupboards are bare, and the dog took my bone Frank ,Frank, I know you have the answers I've given you the questions, lets tidy up and go home Now I hop on the bus and I'm driving it southward Sideways to hideaways, in the backwoods out of town Picking up hitchhikers who all seem to know me Call me Uncle Douglas ,and climb into my dressing gown baba do de da do etc