Hypnotize the phone
Down there I can't get up
I'm working on beyond,
a handful of understanding
Fills and overflows
Fills and overflows
The bough breaks, suspicions of the flesh
cord of light closing, desperate in my hands

Fire doing time saw blue
Fire doing time saw blue
 [bad word] 
What can I give my chest
Trapped inside escape
In these boxes of old clothing?
It hurts when you're
scratching up their sleeves
Two or twenty on my cheek

Working on beyond
Sharpening my disguise
Living rooms get too dark,
Pinning down [bad word] Working on beyond
I can fight and sleep alone
Famous sitting in the kitchen
Famous starving in our kitchen

When can I look back?
Twelve stories down past thirty years
In a vacuum called love
Where nobody lives
In a vacuum called love
Where nobody lives
 [bad word] 
Hypnotize the phone
Down there I can't get up
I'm working on beyond,
a handful of understanding
Fills and overflows
Fills and overflows
The bough breaks, suspicions of the flesh
cord of light closing,
desperate in my hands

I fell asleep with a gun in my hand
I fell asleep with a gun in my hand

- Rozz Williams