A desperate heart breaks, slip it in a briefcase.

What makes it float, also makes it sink.

Had that dream again. Where we were Siamese twins, and I'd follow you everywhere.

My skin gets thicker, covered in needles and spikes.

It's one part Revelation, two part Psalms.

Like the dog outside that says it owns the street.

Well I ain't no dog, but I can bite.

I can't stop this wagon we're on. This ride might be our last.

Sea-monkeys, blue Mr.Freeze. A permanent stain on the carpet of my memory.

This is it, no epiphany.

Summertime, you know I'm on to you.

We'll dot the eye and we'll give it some life. Bring it to life.

Make it over with some paint and a blowtorch.