Fell on the door and you fell on the floor   With your hand on the knob looking up and abruptly   Forget what you’re thinking, fire alarms go off in your head, you live      In the nightgown of the sullen moon   How the windows lean into the room   In the nightgown of the sullen moon      Drug trip, it’s not a drug trip, so you feel a bit insulted   Space walk, it’s like a space walk with the corresponding weight loss   And you’re nothing but air, with your hand in the air   And your shoelaces tied all together with care   There’s a feeling of boredom of the big whoredom   Following dressing up      In the nightgown of the sullen moon   How the windows lean into the room   In the nightgown of the sullen moon      In the nightgown of the sullen moon   How the windows lean into the room   In the nightgown of the sullen moon      Your head is on the moon   It’s not necessary to breathe   Forever is a long time      Your head is on the moon   It’s not necessary to breathe   Forever is a long time   Your head is on the moon   Your head is on the moon