Can you lick my wounds, please, can you make it numb
And kill the pain like cortisone
Grant me intimacy, how we'll split your chromosomes

Yeah, more sweet narcosis, I turn a stone, I'll find you
Yeah, more sweet narcosis, I turn a stone, I'll find you

I turn a stone, I'll find you there into reflected light I'll stare
You blind me with flashbulbs and puzzle me with syllables

Back to sleep, yeah, more sweet narcosis, I turn a stone, I'll find you
Yeah, more sweet narcosis, I turn a stone, I'll find you
Yeah, more sweet narcosis, I turn a stone, I'll find you

My head's between my knees again, got the needle set to zero
And you can shoot me hurricanes, don't spare me the details

Yeah, more sweet narcosis, I turn a stone, I'll find you
Yeah, more sweet narcosis, I turn a stone, I'll find you
Yeah, more sweet narcosis, I turn a stone...

Iconography [bad word] with me, you look great in bloodstains