there s a belt of sun dripping through a porthole in a set design can you read your name it s been so long since we bloomed from the inside so where have you been since you fell off the flat edge of the world under an ugly sky you ve been lying right there claiming you dance under the moonlight a song but is the flesh and blood to what you think is a song but is the flesh and blood of a dismembered groin that s been bleeding for thousands of your years you felt like history in your thighs you re the one that makes me realize big water flowing through to tomorrow apples and cake must have been your steak your little duck house makes me feel like i m alive you re hidden by your wooden legs you always make me feel like a moon in my life all the time it always makes me feel good to know you re alive you re wrapping in your tights i ve been insane well the time is slow the pope don t matter when the pawn is your sea don t you agree when you re around i m wound around your thumb you wanna be numb inside the gun all your billboards are one big fight against the baby inside that you ve mistaken for pain without you1