Walked Out On A Line

From the back of my brain

The confetti burst came

And it blew through the balls of my eyes

In a midnight as loud

As a cloud of cocaine

And horrendously swollen in size

Saw the pen press the text

Through the flesh of your neck

And the first line 'twas writ there was

Christ's a spun silver machine or a high wall of white waving cream

The sun streams from his side

'Cause he's out on a razor line

And dark, dirty streams

The decay from our dreams

Leaves a black trail of grease through the snow

And is there a hotel there or is there a hole

Where our bodies all aching and aging can go

Oh, I leapt from the mountain and mid-falling down

Ran my trembling hands down your spine

'Cause you have been, are currently holy to me

And will hopefully always be mine

And 'cause you're out on a razor line

In the storm's scream and swirl

It's where I saw my girl

I was pinning her straight to my side

When the devil all dinged-up and dragonfly-winged

Dropped his head in my lap and he cried

Now we're right out on that line

Once I spotted my man

Swooping over the sand

In the ambulance lamps of his eyes

And the smell of black blood on the backs of his hands

I could tell that his world can't be mine

And he said

The earth seems to spin just fine

All through space

All through blameless night

All on the blade of a razor line