Perihelion days are here
Whale music and poison kitchens
From rainbows to shadows
This is the ripening

In a house of 1,000 rooms
A girl waved her finger to follow
But swaying her translucent dress
I saw the girl was hollow

Candles in the rain
Battles and butchery
Accidental intoxicants
Take your easel to the streets
Find another road
Avoid the body police
It’s a still world but moving mind
We all end up dead meat

I see them in a psychedelic state
But there’s no love
I met them in an overcrowded place
But it’s no home

Perihelion days are here
As the hours fill with nevers
This is the ripening
Fake flowers last forever