your mouth fell out of the sky   and suddenly I had it memorized   but honestly, it's like you're dead      i can't shake off voodoo   or your thudding making noise   the pearls you cast before swine   make you seem alive      a pretty picture of you breathing air   and you're just standing there   static      show me how you do it   a thousand miles away from here   you're one micron away from me      your hope is on the wing is on a bus tearing down the road   your road is in the dark is in the sun, in the rain and cold   you're cold you're made of heat you're made of skin, made of cloth and bone   your bones are made of sponge are made of plexiglass, tin and hope