Through The Looking Glass - Pete Doherty

Can you hear over the buzz of flies
Between the pillows and the skies
That beg into your eyes
Through the looking glass
In between your thighs
A talking cat’s no great surprise
As we go straight down the rabbit hole
There we go

I’ve been meaning to tell you
A sentimental thing that occurred to me
I was wanting to show you
A set of photographs
That’ll make you laugh or smile

You might wanna stick one on his nose
Around his teeth, down his drug hole
There’s nowhere else for teeth to go

Scottish fiver up his nose
Haven’t seen his face
Since oh so long ago
I was there to sing but I didn’t dare
His lips are blue, his eyes are closed

I’ve been meaning to tell you
A sentimental thing that occurred to me
Yeah, I was wanting to show you
A set of photographs
The moment came and went too fast

What the papers say isn’t true
There’s no more shouting, no more pouting for you