I sleep through the violence of the city
But there's a fly caught buzzing 'round my room
And then I drink in the violence and its stench
While I hide in bars from the moon
I don't know
I don't know
We were hollow and heavy
Falling lightly through a dream
Then you saw something moving
I said its nothing
Through the violence of the street
I walk around remembering in fits
There was a time, while you murmured nonsense in your sleep
that I watched a fly land on your lower lip
I clenched my fist, but I could not swing at it
I don't know
I don't know
Take another pull with my head thrown back
And everything is chopped up and fluid like waves
Now, slowed down, all images become beautiful
Rat tails twitch like dancing things
Even Orion seems alright, wavering on the wet trash outside
Wings sprout out of my lower back and I hover, buzzing, above the bar
I look down to where you would be sitting
Tear streaked cheekbones
And I see you as an old black shed
We were hollow and heavy
Falling lightly through a dream
Then you saw something moving
I said its nothing