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...

Breaking windows or talking to yourself Clock melting down the wall Trying not to pay attention Throwing rocks at those coming by at a crawl And other things we just won't mention Stepping into hard lines Broken, flickering light Characters in fairy tales Speaking just out of sight Mirrored ceiling images in constant circling around Guarding moving pictures in a space just underground Go for a break in your glance Find any excuse to take off your pants I come and go for no real reason Regret what you've said or just change your stance But is it anything you'd really call treason? All the moving pictures And all the time in the sky All the black satin nightgowns And every red line in your eye Constant premonitions of bridges still falling down Electronic hallucinations pass over space Where we're underground Forsake this moment I speak Truth hides behind the bleak Moving pictures...