Jose Vanders - Mr. Arundel Lyrics

old man smokes his pipe
shakes until the leaves are dry
shakes until his eyes are dry

floating past, avert your stare
from bloodshot eyes, an icy glare
and, and

we play games with each other's lines
we play games with each other's time
with each other's lives

days pass, swift as the rain
swims through trenches of softened terrain
swims through the rain

stone cold, rooted to earth
sits like a statue covered by dirt
latin words around his feet

we play games with each other's lines
we play games with each other's time
with each other's lives

mr arundel you look so tired
lying in a box that the vicar has hired
oh...