Bend the lightning around your neck And wear it like it’s a jewel When the clouds start falling in And the buildings puncture them We’ll walk the sweet promenade
Like we’re on vacation Like we’re young and wild They take a hard look at you Shocked at the view
I was Rumi and you would whirl You were not like the other girls You ate the radio waves And you promised you wouldn’t tell Now they’re ringing the final bell For all the innocent slaves
And I’m at the station And I’m all at sea I want the big clock to fall Vacation, and we’re young and wild I take a hard look at you Shocked at the view
These crazy fingers point to heaven And seven sisters paint the nails I frighten children and my mother’s mother I want to lift the veil
One gives birth to two Two gives birth to three Three is everything In this season of sour grapes The season of sour wine We drink it holding our nose
Like we’re on vacation Like we’re young and wild They take a hard look at you
Shocked at the view The station, and we’re all at sea I want the big clock to fall