Lyrics:

(These books were alive, they spoke to me!)
(The books have nothing to say)
(No, no)

Inside her head, it was a flood of white noise
Inside the shed, it shone down for four days
Green and brown are growing sweet on canalside
You run the bell into a picture of your time

The wind-up bird was her new muse
The wind-up bird was her new muse
The wind-up bird was her new muse
Sh-she made the front page bad news

Tell me a story inside
Lie if you like, but make the details true in my mind
We need to feel absolutely wrapped in your glove
Lie back and listen as I read you, my love (No)

The lawnmower sat and sharpened his blades
And we all told you that it's good to be scared
I turned the page and started laughing at my friends
I looked into her eyes, so that we could pretend

The wind-up bird was her new muse
The wind-up bird was her new muse
The wind-up bird was her new muse
Sh-she made the front page bad news

(What is that over there?)
(That? That's a rocking chair)

We need to feel absolutely wrapped in your glove
Lie back and listen as I read you, my love
Tell me a story inside
Lie if you like but make the details true in my mind
We need to feel absolutely wrapped in your glove
Lie back and listen as I read you, my love (No)