i saw you in the film for just two seconds a documentory set in heaven where the hypsters roll like children and the writers roll like dogs
on rugs in beds and on stages an' the singers hide behind the camrea i saw you in the film where the children write on ****
the sun came in like a pack of orange Spaniards through the window over the ledge under the curtain on their bellys creeping an' bending
balls of string collied like springs hang down from the symbl stands and in your hands i sleep just like a drummer and wake up with the thunder...of your typewriter...every night
well everyday a prayer goes on its knees i will quit the whites, the wine and the weed falls to its belly and crawls towards New York
i saw you in the film for just two seconds on a subway car drifting like a question from earth to the street to the bridge in the east where the green man wears a hat
the sun came in like a pack of orange Spaniards through the window over the ledge under the curtan on their bellys creeping an' bending
balls of string collied like springs hang down from the symbl stands and in your hands i sleep just like a drummer and wake up with the thunder (just like a drummer) of your typewriter (wake up with the thunder) just like a drummer (of your typewriter) i wake up with the thunder (just like a drummer) of your typewriter (wake up with the thunder) just like a drummer (of your typewriter) i wake up with the thunder (just like a drummer) of your typewriter (wake up with the thunder)
just like a drummer (of your typewriter) i wake up with the thunder (just like a drummer) of your typewriter (wake up with the thunder) just like a drummer (of your typewriter) i wake up with the thunder (just like a drummer) of your typewriter (wake up with the thunder) just like a drummer (of your typewriter) just like a drummer (just like a drummer)