How come you hang that poster so close to your bed    And drip down the silk lines of that catch    How come you leave the I.V. in your hands    Asleep in the valley yeah the leaves all pulse    I see the quiet edges where we all live on    I see you    On your bed      Then you disappear, is your ghost still there? X2      Rehearse the magic and we’ll comb our hair    Drip all the way back to our old winding stairs    Where I’m your patient now and we can all menstruate    You could pull the curtains right around your face    If we’re all just wild wild, wild, wild bees   Just trying to make a home and taste that honey      Then you disappear, is your ghost still there? X2   We’re gonna have to say goodbye