No gravity and the world stops spinning
dreamless fall down a bottomless hole
Names on his arms, people he’s been killing
Religion is Ballantines burning holes in the soul

Another lizard every night is lying on his pillow
Jesus was a virgin, has kept his eyes down low
Rage is a blind bull, a knotty rope on a willow
Luck is the fist kiss, you pass out on a rainbow

And sometimes it’s best just to close your eyes
And sometimes it’s best when you don’t realize
When you just hear the beat of your heart in a cage
When you don’t want to know what‘s going on

Love is a [bad word] salt in our wounds
There’s salt on our bare skin and salt in our tears
If you stare any longer you gonna double the moon
In a sky full of blackbirds, like our fluttering wet fears

Pedrazzi / Bettinaglio ©2002