From the back of my brain
The confetti burst came
And it blew through the balls of my eyes
In a 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 a spun silver machine or a high wall of white waving creamThe sun streams from his side'Cause he's out on a razor line]
And dark, dirty streams
The decay 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 leapt from the mountain and mid-falling down
Ran my trembling hands down your spine
'Cause you have been, are currently holy to me
And will hopefully always be mine
And 'cause you're out on a razor line
In the storm's scream and swirl
It's where I saw my girl
I was pinning her straight to my side
When the devil all dinged-up and dragonfly-winged
Dropped his head in my lap and he cried
[Now we're right out on that line]
Once I spotted my man
Swooping over the sand
In the ambulance lamps of his eyes
And the smell of black blood on the backs of his hands
I could tell that his world can't be mine
And he said
[The earth seems to spin just fineAll through spaceAll through blameless nightAll on the blade of a razor line]