I saw you alone in a phonebooth
Talking to a man who couldn’t understand you
I saw you swinging on a branch in the late hours of the morning
I saw you kissing all the caterpillars that you could see
And all the capillaries that you never could have dreamed of
With your eyes closed and butterflies folded in the palms of your hands
We sold all of our shot glasses at shouting matches and lit the fuses
That destroyed our marriages, music halls and museums
The final signals urging you to retire in the afternoon's youth
While burning flames and fumes of criminals
Signal all of our symbologies to stand up at once and obey their will
A renaissance of bedrooms and dressing gowns
In towns made from emaciated fashion models and discarded magazines
Spending sincere moments in their underwear underneath these falling stars
What are we really waiting for when it's all already here right now