From the back of my brain,
The confetti burst came
And it blew through the balls of my eyes.
In the midnight, as loud
As a cloud of cocaine
And horrendously swollen in size
Saw the pen press the text
Through the flesh of your neck,
And the first line twas writ there was Christ's.
I spun silver machine on a high wall of white,
Waving cream that sends streams from his side.
'Cause he's out on the rays of light.
And dark, dirty streams
That out came from our dreams
Leaves a black trail of grease through the snow.
And is there a hotel there or is there a hole
Where our bodies all aching and aging can go?
Oh, I lept from the mountain and mid-falling down,
Ran my trembling hands down your spine.
'Cause you have been curtly holding a mean
Will hopefully always be mine.
And 'cause you're out on the rays of light.
In the storm's scream and swirl's
Where I spotted my girl;
I was pinning her straight to my side.
When the devil all dinged up and dragonfly wing
Dropped his head in my lap and he cried,
'Now we're right out on that line.'
Once I spotted my man
Sweeping over the sand,
And the ambulance lamps in his eyes,
And the smell of black blood on the backs of his hands;
I could tell that his world can't be mine.
When he says,
'The eye seems to spin just fine.
All through space;
All through bladeless night;
All on the plain over rays of light.