Water and water again,
Save me from the deserts within.
Brushing my teeth and removing my clothes
Are out of the question.
Rolling the seats of my bed
Flowing with the limbs that I spread
Lash in my face, the pillow, it moves,
Iâm good, where you gonna? Home, sweet home.
Slip dice through the mattress door
You leave me face down and drunk as can be,
The world out the bedroom cracks up the steam
A black hole is all I can see.
I swear I wonât do this again
Let a priest come and Iâll surely repent
The living holds on to things Iâve consumed
Itâs travelling and twitching inside.
Slip dice through the mattress door
You leave me face down and drunk as can be,
The world out the bedroom cracks up the steam
A black hole is all I can see.
There was some good jokes on me
While Iâve dreamt I should write them down.
When the conversation wonât
I fasten, oh, so deep.
A dream kicks me out
The streets when itâs raining.
One hand finds the glass
To dread cause for me.
Itâs wrong sitting alone
With this head full of sound
Just to come to the bed
I canât do it.
Now the street lights look in
With purpose unknown
Those alien eyes
Have been searching through my home.
A piece right through the mattress on to the floor
The bright sun is lying ashore.
The pardon in the coffin blossoms, indeed
The sweet smell of drunken relief.