I used to want tobacco to breed on my little purple lungs
but I’m just fading under the sun without
wanting much at all.

Touch my fingertips and turn to water on the sidewalk
Little puddle people fading under the sun not wanting much
but a little moon too.

Where were grey windows when
You came around?  I took your eyelashes
and gave them to the bees because we’re all dying anyway

So play, tip toe around the clock
I’ve got three keys and one lock and the honeys
all gone To sinkholes on Chinatown

Three times I’ve slowly licked the ash left on marble
well I regret telling you more than doing it.
But I don’t think about it too long.