I slept the sun to the depths
Of a sea that lies in wait just to bury us
And the ones skipping on to the beat of Huxley Keeps me from getting up
The wolves pissing on the very summit
We've been Fred Astaire-ing on
The light deep in the night isn't Jesus coming
It's a pile of burning books
I couldn't say what's real of late
Can't I melt and drain away
To a place I've never known?
I'd sink my bones in no uncertain terms
There's a hole
It's a portal that is waiting to open
Only when they forget that it's "Gloria" and not "Let's Get Physical"
I'm not always on like a teapot whistle
Waking the puppy up
A song I really love is "Debaser"
But I don't understand the words
I shouldn't say what's in my brain
It never makes it go away
To a place I've never known
I'd sink my bones in no uncertain terms