one mile in the air that's where she lives   her body looks so thin and pink and small dropping eggs from nervous shaking hands   and swallowing her fingers as they fall      two people dance on the edge   three of us push them away   there's nowhere to go we're all in this   but nothing can hurt us at all      fight her all you want you'll never win   couldn't we just once leave her in bed   let the dry air cut her happy throat   hide her heart and lose her happy head      first I was a murderer then I was a saint   now I live on stolen time twist and run like paint   like an animal       tuesday in the sun nothing could be worse   not now not ever not anymore....