I lay my head upon your chest   Bones of iron bones of lead   And death is rattling the cage   Like a bird that would escape   But there's no room for thoughts like these   In the garden where we sleep      And I am on a burning ship   Clothes all flying in the wind   But I am beautiful like this   When you hold me in your hands   But there's no room for thoughts like these   In the garden where we sleep      Always searching for those breasts   Pumping morphine   Always searching for--   Don't you fly to them   Don't you fly to them   You can fly to me      I'll take the moment in my hands   Pull it open 'til it sings   Before the motion of this place   Where nothing stops to have a name   Will leave us hanging like a tear…