There's a straight line between suburbia and graveyards   And as we wander zigzag, short mysteries on our side   Then she reads them to me as we lunch on Sunday   Picnic baskets on the grave of Lola Montez      Bingo games and black lights   Apocalyptic, walking   Apologies accepted, spurred by sure design   Something fled on Henry(?)   Blazing blue down Cobb Street   We surround it, singing   (???)      I was the lucky one, too   I was the lucky one all the same   I was saved   In the summer of my (???) flame/fame(?)   I rock myself in its arms, forgiven   In the face of fortune      And with the lucky one, too   And with a broken heart, broke apart   Into pieces that were sold as art   I had to rock myself into famous places   To replace my fortune   To replace my fortune   To replace my fortune      A dance, we turn on rest here   Left like breadcrumbs for you   Dropped from these skyscrapers   Pieces from (???)      Apocryphal and shining   Come the new crop circles   Our avenging angels   Singing in a secret code      I was the lucky one, too    I was the lucky one all the same   In the summer of my (???) flame(?)   I had to rock myself in its arms, forgiven   In the face of fortune      And with the lucky one, too   And with a broken heart, broke apart   Into pieces that were sold as art   I had to rock myself into famous places   To replace my fortune   I had to rock myself into famous places   To replace my fortune   I had to rock myself into famous places   To replace my fortune   I had to rock myself into famous places   To replace my fortune