I sleep through the violence of the city
But there’s a fly caught buzzing ‘round my room
And then I drink in the violence and its stench
While I hide in bars from the moon
I don’t know
I don’t know
We were hollow and heavy
Falling lightly through a dream
Then you saw something moving
I said its nothing
Through the violence of the street
I walk around remembering in fits
There was a time, while you murmured nonsense in your sleep,
that I watched a fly land on your lower lip
I clenched my fist, but I could not swing at it
I don’t know
I don’t know
Take another pull...