You’re a lazy cloud Baby Beating Heart You’re lying on the ground You were crucified On a copper cross My world was just too small for you It seems I’ve grieved a lot lately But for you not one tear I’ve cried You were never reality for me More of an intellectual exercise
Though the door was never open You found your way in anyway You are an end with no beginning You are a night without the day Poor you! And though it’s true that there was no connection The weight bears down on me just the same It has all been removed from my hands It has all been removed from me How can your will be so much stronger,
When you are just a lazy cloud? Oh, Baby Beating Heart, remember: