There's a powdered 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 a world under nothing sky
You've been lying rye
They claim men you dance under the moonlight
Do what you think is the sum
Buts it a flesh and blood of a
Dismembered gone assembly
In four thousands of your years
Voice 1: You felt like history in your thighs
Voice 2: You get four red candles
Voice 2: On the table with your penis I arise
Voice 1: You're the one that makes me realize
Voice 1: With water flowing through to tomorrow
Voice 2: Glued to your addiction
Voice 1: Apples and cake must have been your mistake
Voice 2: but the smile you send in my direction
Voice 1: Makes me feel like I'm alive
Voice 1: You're hidden by your wooden legs
Voice 2: You're my kind, You're my kind
Voice 2: You always make me feel like a moon in my life
Voice 1: Staring down at the world's head, all the time
Voice 2: It always makes me feel good to know you're alive, wrapping your
ties
Voice 1: Down by the whirlpool, I finally realized you must have built
in your snake, your little dark house
Voice 1: I've been insane well the time is slow
Voice 2: I've been to a society whith you can't see yourself and you can't
feel sunshine
Voice 2: And if you see me roaming the hillside won't you come along? It's
a hard road to the top of yourself. You'll always be alone.
Voice 1: The Pope don't matter when the pawn is your sea, don't you agree?-
