Douglas

I’ve been getting fewer calls
Spinning under mirror balls
Sleeping in broken parts of town
I’m falling, I’m falling, I’m falling down

My aims are low, my tales are tall
Published mostly on toilet walls
I flush my best thoughts underground
They’re gone, they’re gone, they get around

My hands are really shaking now
I’m carrying the sacred cow
Limp and cold in my arms
Ring, ring, ring the alarm

I know about the secret war
I’ve seen the bodies washed ashore
And every tomb’s a stepping stone
I dance, I dance, I dance alone

I’ve seen the face of someone near
Blow up in smoke and disappear
Oh walk with me! Oh don’t be shy!
We climb, we climb, we’re getting high

My hands are really x4
My hands are really shaking now
I’m carrying the sacred cow
Limp and cold in my arms
Ring, ring, ring the alarm