A man and a cat are crying by a window A grey drizzle is misting up the pane. An ambulance is rushing to the man with the cat - The poor man's sick brain has all cramped up. The doctor is coming, coming through the snowy plains And bringing a healing powder to people. The man and the cat will take that powder, And the sadness will retreat and the longing will go away. The man and the cat can barely count days, They have a grey ceiling for the blue sky. The man and the cat are flying at night, But the dream is not prophetic, does not give any wings. The doctor is coming, coming through the snowy plains And bringing a healing powder to people. The man and the cat will take that powder, And the sadness will retreat and the longing will go away. Where is it, where is it, where is that white carriage? Entombed in a toilet, the man is screaming. But the walls are deaf, the pipes are like veins, And the toilet tank is pumping madly like a heart. The doctor is coming, coming through the snowy plains And bringing a healing powder to people. The man and the cat will take that powder, And the sadness will retreat and the longing will go away...