This is no story To be spun or told it's just a sign To a girl shaped hole
One eye is Saturn, one is Mars A halo storms around her head A voice so soft it smashes stars (The pieces rain upon my bed) I see, I feel, I hear a crown Of hair so dark it swallows suns And still I feel as if I've swallowed silk Or fallen in black milk
This is the sound That you know When the lightening rod blows
Dream me on down Dream me on in To the shimmer and spin
Plot me a course By Pluto and Mars To a vanishing point Between her and the stars