Sewn Up

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 up some wingtips from the old lost and found
New world disorder in a stereo sound
I'm sewn up
And waiting on you