the brain feels like a huge magnet
stuck between
two loaded guns
it's a beautiful morning
and the world will tear apart
what's left of you


believe in this golden reel
more than I do
you'll go to heaven
and your mouth will be
the icon of loneliness
with rows of candles burning
on your tongue


the alarms are ringing
under your skin
everything is in its right place
in this golden reel
you can be everything you want to
as long as you sleep


so go back to sleep