the sky is falling like a sock of cocaine in the ministry of information
subway train's derailing heads decapitating catch her reflection and it seems to sing to me
and i say lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalalala lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalalala
she's a warm bodega high on noriega strung out in brooklyn like it's 1983
she wears her legs around her neck like a piece of ice her smile's a neon marque hipsters eat for free
and i say lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalalala lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalalala
i am falling like a sock of cocaine in the ministry of information
i'm a warm bodega high on noriega strung out in brooklyn cause i fell in love with her
and i say lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalalala lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalalala
moon cut moon cuts tiny like eyelash lonely cat nap whisper lonely cat nap whisper moon cut moon cuts tiny like eyelash lonely cat nap whisper lonely cat nap whisper
and i walk around i whisper in her scalp i whisper on the wind i whisper once again