Sometimes the sun is so strong that I melt down to juice
Swimming myself in a sticky red pool on the floor
So full of joy I could burst into chromatic flames
So beautiful and I know that I need nothing more
Like a bullet from muzzle to marrow we pass through this life
And from cradle to grave we are lost and confused and deranged
Bombarded by beauty, belittled and honoured and loved
I hope that we get to do it all over again
And when the night comes
All of us go down
Quite eventually
No more worries or cares
Nothing is left
But should we wake up
Warm held in our mothers' arms
Listening for radio
Birth static that tells us who we are
Are we lonely or not?
Is this thing that we've got worth the risk?
Do we dare to speak up?
Wear our true hearts like tasteless old ties?
All these infernal ladders to nowhere detract from the light
Is it courage I lack or a sense of direction in life?
For when the night comes
All of us go down
Quite eventually
No more worries or cares
Nothing is left
But should we wake up
Warm held in our mothers' womb
Listening for radio
Birth static that tells us who we are
And we will smile and fade
Into the break of day
A tunnel of light
A first desperate cry
Something is good
Just out of sight
A voice in the dark
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