Intro: Bring me to the world of guilt and sorrow for the races tonight Where the boats go cutting through undulating mirror images of incandescent spires The roads there are parabolas with nameless water towers near the exits You-could-turn it all on end still wouldn't be taller than the biotic arch at the crown of creation There are people who put dirty hypodermic needles Between the seat cushions in the movie theaters We all have the same dream the night that we contract it... So maybe I've been sleeping less at your place Since that man's last panicked screams startled us awake We're paralyzed as the cop cars arrived Casting slow-spinning mobiles on your ceiling, three colors we watched the frozen moon In daylight I stare past your eyes' lenses Windows framing solar wind rustling ivy on painted pink buildings I've been hearing the soft step of gray-eyed governess But I know you know the physical form of the moaning alarms coming from the Air Force base A skinless and sinewy leviathan all terrible contraction and release Debasement ringed in banner plane exhaust and scattering V's, of geese Outro: ()

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