It's cerebrial vandalizm
Hanging from the edge
It's caterwauling vacancy
You're the impending gleam now

You're the most amazing example
Of tricks of light on the toy store shelf
You're the endless river of magic subconscious
Fantasies following compulsion of self

The tarnished glass doll levitates
Precariously inside the window box
And her spun gold hair shatters in the logical air
And falls like dust whenever she talks

Somewhere out there, a motorcycle tearing up
The desert in malpracticed highway lines
There's a fist lodged in the sky tonight
And these legs have been wrapped up a million times

And she falls like dust in through my window
She's got a space where she can still breathe in stereo
A notch cut in a tree, a downed fighter pilot
Is watching the tide take his reflections away

I've heard you speak of the unseen guns
But a lady never tells
We watch with vacant eyes as the fire runs
But in here it's cold as Hell...

It's in the elevator shaft
Like a cyst breeding carbon
It's in the bottom dresser drawer next to
The pictures of with whom this all began

And making love to her was like
Sitting down to breakfast inside a laundromat
And we would swim at night
With silhouettes watching us act like cats

Hanging off the wall an inch above the water
Rolling downhill in the sand with Ginsberg's daughter
The elevator shaft lined with magic marker
It never was, never will, never could, never should

Come to grey-blue, it's pulling through, it's mine too
But you are not the one I've lied to
I could spread like fire in the hills
And watch your trust seep under the door
And you'll decide not to decide
I'll probably never even meet you and thus, no mirrors collide

You'll find me throwing rocks at the sunlight
I'll jab holes in the lid of the jar
So you can get some fresh air in there

The fighter pilot's mastering a suntan
Leonard Nimoy's really just the Sandman
All your books are just a gesture of futility
All my words are spitting out like busted teeth

I've heard you speak of the unseen guns
But a lady never tells
We watch with vacant eyes as the fire runs
But in here it's cold as Hell...

You're a beautiful lie
The vanities of a thousand strangers
Swirling in the air tonight

And the heat crystallized the saliva
Soft and warm inside her mouth
And the paratroopers waiting on the seashore
Changing money and lists of pagan spells

We wait in the phone with fire sticks
The carnivore shows us his magic tricks
She walks over the lake with blackened feet
Taking us under, one by one by...

I've heard you speak of the unseen guns
But a lady never tells
We watch with vacant eyes as the fire runs
But in here it's cold as Hell...