When I ate the sun I couldn't keep it down   Spinning in the toilet I saw the sky reflected      Birds scream out into the day   I can touch your face and hair but I can feel how far they are away now   Slipping like sun across the floor   You aren't really here, it isn't really light out      High up lamenting the night as it passes   Why not?   You aren't really here, it isn't really light out      My face is a flower   My leg a ship's broken mast   My love's a little prince, a prisoner of his broken past      He says, "Is that you in the distance?   Have you grown so thin?   Your face an egg at a table's edge,   Your dress a night I cannot find you in"      High up as if touching a girl were a sin   Why not?   My dress and I you cannot find me in