the sky is falling like a   sock of cocaine in the   ministry of information      subway train's derailing   heads decapitating   catch her reflection and it seems to sing to me      and i say lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalalala   lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalalala      she's a warm bodega   high on noreaga   strung out in brooklyn like it's 1983      she wears her legs around her   neck like a piece of ice   her smile's a neon marque hipsters eat for free      and i say lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalalala   lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalalala      i am falling like a   sock of cocaine in the   ministry of information      i'm a warm bodega   high on noreaga   strung out in brooklyn cause i fell in love with her      and i say lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalalala   lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalalala      moon cut moon cuts tiny like eyelash   lonely cat nap whisper lonely cat nap whisper   moon cut moon cuts tiny like eyelash   lonely cat nap whisper lonely cat nap whisper      and i walk around i whisper in her scalp   i whisper on the wind i whisper once again