And on the walls of my skull I
Carve into the bone
Secret messages I hear on
My white telephone

From one night to another I slide ]
Ride on by, I know you ]
Eyes see, hands touch, heart beats, body ]
Blood act, blood act ] (Chorus)

And from a sack of weird junk that’s
Wrapped in a girl’s skin
Bursts a shower of full stops
For an unfinished poem

(Chorus)

And on the film of my eyes I
Paint miniature screams
They leap in the air when I blink
And deafen me when I dream

(Chorus)