Blind your head in catastrophe icicles   No-one's fed in cycles led by cycles dead   Ask to shine the flag   Love is distance and blue sits like apples bite   And flows through our hands   I said 'Hi' to a man who shot his sister   Panned through the station   And jumped in front of a train   Said I'm a bit confused to meet you   Life's what scissors do to a day   So their smiles pave the way   Sand drips with waves   And clouds my head 'cause I'm a fortune fellah's bed   And I'm the tunes played by the goons   Who ride in fairy's wombs   And stole the road the other way   And sold tomorrow to yesterday and   I know the feeling of pushing you out of a building   Tiny people pulsating hit the sky   Still the ground got up and wiped your face   You expected to fly, wind up your misfortune   Sling 'em to a Maitre-Dee    Who wears dead butterflies on his face   And is hoping to grow wings   He really wants to tell you    'hey give your tears to today'   Grind yourself souvenirs under your stolen years   Hands in your pockets    Your hands getting numb been hurt in grinds jive   Do the avenues that seem to meet defeat you   Did you ever try to hug the sky behind your head   I walked forever sightseeing a screen   Shuffled a mean green ping   Dives head first into a hole in the water   Drives side to side like a floating machine   Dove dancing to a fable told to a sea of disintegration   Crawl to a celebration of dirt that leaves that taste of wine   Sucked from a hair that digs into the darkness   Full of the fair that my head rides.   I slide your kind through a ladder    Hanging on a star   Stray close so far   Away from the climb   A tape like section of introspection   To rewind would be to recline.   Hit the pounds underlying gently   Ride on the side   Tell your problems to zero   He's got nothing to hide.